Larea returned the smile, offering one of her own to the rest of the group. She, of course, offered no objection to Zel taking charge and leading them onward; it wasn't like she had any intention of directing them. She kept her head down, a slight blush on her face, hoping nobody in the inn or town would recognize her from last night on her way out. Once they were outside, though, she relaxed quite a bit. The day was gorgeous, with the sun illuminating everything in a beautiful orange glow.<br/><br/>She shut her eyes as they walked down the path, enjoying the natural feeling of the environment. At one point early on, she turned around and watched as the small village shrunk out of view; she wished she could go back. She would have been content living the rest of her life there, really. The surroundings were incredible, the people were kind, and it was quiet enough for a mute girl to not draw too much attention, despite the irony of it all. She sighed, turning her head back to the path as the village went out of view. It was probably for the best that she did, as she barely had enough time to get her bearings and avoid tripping on a surprisingly large stone in her way. She stumbled a bit, however, and managed to accidentally drop the things she was carrying.<br/><br/>She blushed and kneeled over, quickly picking them up again; it didn't go unnoticed by the group, however, and she found herself blushing harder when Zel offered to carry her things for her. She wasn't about to deny the assistance, however, as carrying everything was rather difficult for her small arms. She did feel like making use of the pen and notepad, though, so she just handed him the plush monstrosity, thanking him with a smile and a small bow of her head. Afterward, with the newfound freedom of her arms, she decided to do some sketching; particularly, she decided to draw a landscape, using the path they walked on as a model.