Larea was just starting to enjoy her soup when the sound of falling coins drew her attention. She turned her head to see a frozen Sigrun sitting off to the side, a pile of money at her feet. She looked at her with concern, but could only watch as the knight bade everyone farewell and went off to sleep, without even ordering or eating anything. Her head turned to Zel, hoping he would have some sort of idea or explanation; he, of course, did not, and Ahmaht ended up being the one to follow after her.<br/><br/>Larea stayed seated, feeling rather useless. Even if she were to try and help, there wasn't much a mute girl could do, other than maybe give her a hug; with Sigrun, though, she had no idea if that would even help her feel better at all. Larea's appetite was practically nullified, and she spent the next few minutes slowly picking at her soup, not making much of a dent in it. When Ahmaht returned to the table, she looked at him hopefully, just in case he had news of their spontaneous friend, but of course, none came. He eventually left without so much as a word, which only worried Larea more. What had been said, if anything, between the two? More importantly, what in the world could have gotten to Sigrun so much?<br/><br/>After a few minutes, she decided that starving herself and worrying about it would do her no good now. She finished eating her meal at a normal pace, and made her way upstairs, stopping for a moment in front of what she assumed was Sigrun's door and listening. At the very least, nothing sounded unusual, so she continued to her own room, checking the ground closely this time for loose, dropped items, just in case. There was nothing, so she kicked off her sandals and hopped into bed. The process of sleep was delayed for a time, as her mind kept wandering back to Sigrun; eventually, though, she managed to drift off into slumber.