She relaxed against the back of the tree, her gaze staring off into the forested horizon. He felt extremely at peace sitting beside this wandering bard though she didn't know why. She accepted half of his circle of bread and a green goblet from him. Just as she was about to take a sip of the wine, Umbra pulsed radiating, sending still images into her mind. The bread then, she sighed. She hadn't been able to take a drink of good wine in a very long time, but the thought of falling over clumsily drunk just because she had an extremely low tolerance.<br/><br/>Instead she held onto the goblet in a gloved fist, while she tasted the bread. It was quite good actually she mused gently to herself, and her sword didn't disagree for which she was happy. A traveling bard eh? She tilted her head just so, sending a sideways glance at Asher. He wasn't just a bard. She could feel the strength coming off of him like radiation waves and she only shook her head and smiled.  A traveling bard was better than a holy demon slaying demoness.<br/><br/>She shrugged her shoulders and relaxed again, still debating on whether or not to at least taste the wine.