Larea giggled a bit at his comment. That wouldn't be so bad, she thought. Even if he ran out of stories, they could always just sit there together in silence. She would enjoy the company; it was a wonderful change of pace from how things used to be for her. Even those who weren't annoyed by her disability didn't stick around for long, considering she wasn't much of a conversationalist.<br/><br/>She continued looking out at the lake for quite some time, a slight smile on her lips as she enjoyed the peaceful quietness. After a while, her mind crossed Sigrun and Ahmaht, curious of what they were up to. Unfortunately, that thought process lead her to recall the events of the previous night. She bit her lower lip and her eyed darted to the ground as the mishap replayed in her mind; she didn't want to remember it, but she knew it was something that would be difficult for her to forget.<br/><br/>After a minute of this, she quickly and suddenly sat up, grabbing the notepad and pen again. She quickly jotted something down and thrust the pad back into Zel's hands, looking at him with a somewhat worried face and a slight blush. It wasn't long that she was able to maintain eye contact, though, and she soon looked back to the ground. "You saw the scars.. didn't you?" was all that it said, in writing that wasn't as clean as usual. She thought for sure he would have brought it up by now.. People don't have extensive scars like that for no reason.