Larea watched Sigrun's unusual actions, her eyebrow raised as she wondered exactly what the peculiar knight's intentions were. Sigrun was an oddity to be sure, but she meant well with everything she did, and if nothing else, her views on matters were certainly fresh and unique. It would be difficult to be bored while traveling with her, assuming she felt chatty.<br/>Her eyes shifted to Ahmaht, who was currently offering the wolf some of the leftover bread, and Larea couldn't help but smile. He was an intimidating man, but despite his threatening physical appearance, he was one of the nicest people she had ever met.<br/>After she felt confident enough the wolf wasn't going to maul those two any time soon, her focus turned to Zel. He seemed to still be watching the other two interacting with the wolf, and before long Larea found herself staring at him - in particular, at his skin. The two were sitting reasonably close to eachother, and because of it, even with the mask up, there was enough of his face visible to notice the stony texture that pervaded his entire appearance. She couldn't help but wonder how it had happened. Was he born that way? Was it some kind of magic? ..Is there any way to reverse it? Maybe that's why Zel seemed so intent on finding information about the spirits, perhaps they had something to do with it. She lost herself in thoughts similar to this, not realizing she was absentmindedly staring at him, perhaps longer than would be considered polite by most standards.