She hadn't in any way intended on following him into the room. It was just from behind he'd looked very familiar with his dark hair and broad shoulders - almost like Tibbett - and she'd wondered if the Grasp had been kind enough to bring him here to her. What the witch hadn't been expecting was for the door to snap shut so viciously behind her as to propel her forward and cause her to bump into his back.

Oh Lurline! How rude. Upon spotting the bed Glinda wondered if she'd accidentally followed him into his bedroom and swiftly enough her cheeks have gone bright red with the embarrassment of it all. But gosh, how very peculiarly warm it was inside his room, peculiarly warm. "I am so terribly sorry. I didn't mean to intrude! I mistook you for another!" She proclaimed as an apology, immediately turning to try and pull the door open. The door that was not cooperating.