(Sorry for the late reply. Thank you Plepore37! Won't be dissapointed.)
Mossnose
Mossnose looked at the bed. In this room, it wasn't as dusty. It was dry in here, but Cinni was still on edge. She walked up to the bed and dropped her bag down. There was a small desk in the corner, so she set up the picture her mom had given her before she left. It was a family picture in a frame, and when she was done she plopped down onto the bed. A small creak, but nothing much.