She watched him lay the tome down and then pick up a helmet. Then before her eyes it became something else she'd never seen before. She looked up at him and then smiled and went back to finding her herbs.<br/><br/>She was looking around and found the flower she was looking for and then put it in her pouch, several of them to be exact. Then she found a few mushrooms and some berries. She was sitting by the stream in the shade of a willow that was growing by it and she had forgotten for just a moment that she wasn't alone and began singing in her normal tone of voice.<br/><br/>It was beautiful and she was sitting there when the breeze blew softly and moved her silver hair about softly. She was singing in elvish and she picked some blossoms from a flower and letting them flow down the stream like little pink boats. Even with her blood stains and slight dirt on her dress and hands, she was clearly a lovely little lady and at the moment, she was at peace.