She smiled and shook her head at his apology, wishing he would stop doing it so often. She still felt more than grateful to him for his help, even now as he picked up the shards of the bowl she had broken. He possibly saved her life once, and now he was playing caretaker, despite the fact that he didn't even know her name.<br/>He broke her train of thought at that moment by asking her name, to which she blankly stared at him for a moment, before quickly sitting up a bit and looking around the room. After a moment, she saw what she had been looking for and reached over to the side table, picking up a sheet of parchment that was laying there, and handing it to Zelgodis with a weary smile. The parchment read "My name is Larea Ahntanel." It was the same paper she showed to her other companions the night before; one of them must have brought it with them, as she had hoped they would.