Porrim left her directions. It was rude, and very unlike Porrim, but Kanaya figured there was good reason. She’d gotten some travel-appropriate clothing on, and found her sister’s backpack loaded up with a not on it.
She’d been left a set of directions and a name. It was Porrim’s handwriting, and still smelled like her perfume, so she trusted it. Kanaya didn’t see any reason to stay where she was, so she packed her laptop and its trimmings into the bag as well- since Porrim had either forgotten it or left space. Though Kanaya assumed it was the latter.
It was a long trek, taking a few weeks at least. She didn’t have to sleep much anymore, but it was still slow going. She would stop occasionally to find a meal- or a convenient vagrant- or to charge her laptop to check and see if she’d gotten a message from her sister.
Eventually, she stood in from of the Demon House. Kanaya, honestly, at this point didn’t even care who Kurloz was. She wanted to see Porrim again, and she wanted a bath. Not necessarily in that order though. She hesitated a ew times before finally knocking on, what she hoped was, a front door.