Larea sighed in relief once again at Zel's response. It was hard to believe it, but if whatever she did really had saved Sigrun's life, then she would worry about the 'how' and 'why' later. For now, just knowing they were all okay was enough. After shooting a confused look in the direction she assumed Ahmaht was in, caused by the word choice he used, she turned her attention back towards her vision, rubbing her eyes with her sleeve and blinking them rapidly in an attempt to speed up the process. Whether or not it helped, before long she could feel the fogginess clearing even more, to the point where her vision was almost normal again, and she couldn't help but notice the bread and cheese that was being offered to her. The noise her stomach made was making it very clear that food was something she sorely needed, and with an embarrassed smile, she gladly took it and began eating.<br/><br/>Most of the meal was done in relative silence, until Ahmaht finished his food and spoke up, asking Sigrun if she had stories to tell. Larea couldn't help but wonder where the topic came from, and why he would ask Sigrun of all people, but the food she was still eating took precedence in her mind. It seemed like most of the group was already done eating by this point, but she was only about halfway done, as her eating habits tended to be more gradual when she had the option of time.