She just smiled to him, biting her lip. She huffed dramatically and then nodded. “Okay, fine. Wouldn’t want to put you through the extra work.” She kept the soup cradled in her hands, her eyes lingering on him as he turned his back to her. He was quick, efficient-- much better than anyone that lived around here. It seemed to be simply muscle memory for him, and she found herself lost just watching him work. She leaned back again, hugging her nearly dry jacket to her as she lay on her side, watching him from where she curled.<br/><br/>She looked around the small shack, she had been acquainted with the other Striders, but she'd never been this close to one. They hardly ever spoke to her, really, she just annoyed them with her quickly spoken words. The room was dimly lit, the shadows of his movement flickering across the ceiling. She could hear the pattering of the rainfall from outside the thin walls, yet she could hardly feel the chill anymore. She sighed softly, pulling her knees up to her chest, her eyes involuntarily fluttering closed. She was exhausted. Mentally, physically and emotionally exhausted. "Goodnight..." She yawned heavily, sighing deeply. "And... thank you." She gave him a weak smile, settling down. She fell asleep quickly, the steady rise and fall of her chest the only movement of her small fame. She had been scared to sleep, she didn't want herself to have bad dreams of the earlier day, but she was just too tired now.