For the last half an hour, Sigrun sat near Larea's bed staring at her awkwardly, possibly to ensure that she was okay. It seemed like she didn't even notice the purple haired knight's gaze as the events unfolded. Though, the moment a bird flew by the window was when Sigrun's attention was completely and utterly shattered. Shortly after, it was shattered again as a loud unnerving sound was emitted from the other side of the bed. Her gaze returned to Larea on the floor, but she simply watched as Zelgodis lifted the young girl to her feet and placed her on the bed. After he picked up the shards of glass, Sigrun took it upon herself to search the room for a nearby cloth to clean up the liquid spilled all over the floor. After all, the innkeeper would be furious if they saw any soup byproduct left on his pristine rotted floorboards. She still remained silent however, as they seemed to enjoy their one sided conversation.