She giggled lightly at the girl's suddenly formal behavior. "There's no need to be like that." Sylla curled her body into a flat coil and leaned up against an apple tree. The coil provided a fairly even surface for the girl to sleep on. It'd be warm, and smooth. "You can sleep on me so you don't feel the rocks." She then reached up and brought down a few apples from the tree. Biting into one of them, she didn't chew but instead just swallowed. Snakes didn't chew.