It always sort of unsettled her at how calm he seemed, even as she lowered her blade. Though his words brought a small smile to her face, "thank you, that was probably the most rest I've gotten since... we left." She finished her sentence half-heartedly, the smile fading as quickly as it came. Once her sword was stashed she joined him at the small table, and just in time too. The waitress was deft with her placement of plates and food, Aimil settled back and let the girl word, accustomed to being served instead of serving herself. She thanked the waitress softly as she left, leaving the two in privacy once again.<br/><br/>Aimil didn't wait for him, she began to nibble on the portions in front of her, it was hot, and it was fresh, that was all that mattered. The last thing she wanted as another stale hunk of bread and near-molding cheese. She started on the bread, dipping some into her porridge and chewing silently. Aimil had to stop when he spoke of brothels so casually, not to mention the piece of bread caught in her throat from surprise. She coughed for a moment, and pounded a hand across her breast. "Excuse me?" She asked once she could breath again. "You're serious? A brothel?" They weren't even there and already her cheeks were going pink.<br/><br/>"I'm wearing my armor then."