Jin
He probably shouldn't have said everyone could leave, and Adio's subsequent instructions seemed to get ignored completely. His own guardian left the room, but he was not about to force the poor thing to accompany him if she didn't want to. Sora left, too, without his guardian, but Kai seemed to be taking care of that, which left Rin and Shizuo without anyone to give her a hand.
Well, that much at least he could do. He approached her in what was now a mostly-empty room and smiled. "Well, that did not go exactly as planned," he remarked with a hint of embarrassment. "If you would like to be shown anything in particular, please accept my offer in lieu of the one I'm sure you would rather receive. Kai is... well, sometimes a bit forgetful, but if you wish to be shown your room or anywhere else in particular, I would be happy to be of service."
With that, he approached the door and held it open for the redhead. "I think it might be best if you are at least given somewhere to store your things first, perhaps," he offered courteously. Once she was out in the hallway, Jin caught sight of his father passing, apparently having teased Kai yet again. He dipped his head in formal acknowledgement, but was largely ignored. The king was not and academic man, and he tended to think that what Jin did with his time was foolish or at the very least not terribly princely. Still, he allowed it, and for that his son was grateful.
On the way, he ran into a slightly-confused-looking Shizuo, and before he had time to ponder exactly why, he was smiling and clearing his throat quietly from behind her. "Miss Yukio? Miss Kuzikio and I were just headed to the West Wing, if this happens to be the direction in which you were headed as well...?"
Lenore
"Come with me, I will show you where to go." The voice did not startle her, per se, for she had known someone was approaching, but refused to lift her eyes from the tapestry directly in front of her, lest she be thought lost rather than admiring the scenery. Granted, this was very much the truth, but Lenore had a bit too much pride to let it outwardly appear so, even if his words made it obvious that he knew.
Gunmetal-gray eyes, dark enough to almost be considered black, met silver, and she noted with some level of confusion that he was smiling. It was not the expression itself that confused her. Though she was not one to often indulge, she did know what a smile was. No, what puzzled her was that something about it quite nearly forced her to return it in kind, and indeed, the corners of her mouth did inch upwards, if only a bit. It was the strangest thing; everything about his manner (and hers, she would freely admit) thus far had indicated that they shared virtually nothing in common. He had seemed, well for lack of a better word frivolous. Pampered, with overwrought manners, or something like that. She was practically the opposite: direct, no-nonsense, stern.
Yet... somehow it seemed so untrue, her initial impression, and now here she was smiling like an idiot even as she gathered her things and walked shoulder-to-shoulder with this peculiar man who was clearly far more enigmatic than she had initially suspected. "You seem to be handling this whole thing rather well," she pointed out plainly. "Do you not resent the intrusion upon your... life?" She knew not exactly what the right word was, but that one seemed as good at anything.