Larea waited patiently for Zel's return. Even though he was at the heart of this entire mess, being around him made her feel.. safe. She shifted around on the bed a bit while he was gone, getting a bit more comfortable, as she was sure she would be falling asleep relatively soon.<br/><br/>When Zel returned, so did her smile. It was quickly replaced by a look of surprise, though, accompanied by her sitting up as he bestowed a gift upon her; something to write on, so she could communicate with the group easier. It was simple for her to express basic emotions on her own, but trying to explain complex ideas was like being limbless and playing a game of charades with blind people. She stared at the pen and paper, a blank stare on her face for a good, long while. This was the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for her. It was a simple, inexpensive gesture, but one that meant more to her than any word or expression could ever say.<br/><br/>Her eyes shifted to Zel, her expression almost looking like she was about to start crying again. Instead, a wide smile grew almost instantly as she jumped out of bed, dashing over to him, leaving the pen and paper behind. She practically dove towards him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug, resting her head against his shoulder as her eyes shut tight to try and keep herself from tearing up again. It almost surprised her how much it meant to her, such a simple thing, but it made her happy. It was proof that he accepted and supported her, disabilities and all. It was the symbolism behind the gift that made it so meaningful.