Larea followed the group as they went to the bakery, eyeing Sigrun suspiciously. Who would go to a bakery and not get anything? The very thought seemed insane to Larea. She didn't get the chance to go often, as she never had much money, so every trip was a blessing as far as she was concerned. She stood eagerly behind Ahmaht as he purchased a fresh loaf of bread, a rather large smile on her face as she slowly swayed her body side to side in the breeze. She accepted the offered piece of bread from Ahmaht, bowing her head in thanks, and wasted no time at all in enjoying it. The combination of fresh bread, good company, and beautiful surroundings was a wonderful thing, she thought. She hadn't been this content with her life in a long time, and it plainly showed in her features; it was even enough to make her forget about the spontaneous attacks she had been having since she met them.