Larea spent the time they waited immersed in her art, finishing her earlier landscape, and beginning another one, this time of the lake. Specifically, of the view from the outcropping, as she had the perfect model for it. After many hours of this, Zel spoke up, breaking her from her concentration; the picture was about half done, and two people standing on the outcropping were just starting to take form. She flipped the notepad shut and looked up at Zel as he talked.<br/><br/>She couldn't deny his point. While she was drawing, the thought hadn't crossed her mind, but now she realized that she was starving; she hadn't really eaten in a good, long while. When he spoke specifically to her, she ended up blushing and turning her eyes off to the side. She hadn't even thought about the fact that she might end up being a center of attention. She was more worried about how people would treat Zel, though; she hadn't seen the conclusion of the events, and assumed people blamed him for it. She looked back up at him and nodded slightly, hoping this would all just blow over like he said it would.<span style="font-style: italic">If that happened, everything would be fine,</span>she told herself, as she took Zel's hand and got back to her feet, soon after following him as they started walking.