Ester simply raised an eyebrow as if Mesaraih needed to ask such a question. Of course she wasn't in the mood, but she felt they needed to investigate the strange woman who was living on their temporary doorstep - so to speak. The elf nodded, stepping inside and looking around. There was a cake of some sorts on the side, it smelled of cinnamon. The house was perfectly clean and the woman seemed to blend in with the whole setting.<br/><br/>"Now, would you care for some cake? Or perhaps some tea?" She asked, the smile still painted on her lips as she pulled out a couple of teacups. She looked over the human, furrowing her eyebrows as she approached him. "You seem hurt, my dear." She commented, frowning and bringing up a hand to brush some of his hair out of his face. She had a sweet scent about her, some kind of perfume she wore, an aura of beauty. "I'll grab some elfroot mixture." She seemed to perk back up almost instantly. She moved over to the teacups and began pouring the already-full teapot.<br/><br/>Ester sensed something was wrong, the whole situation seemed too perfect... and why was she being so kind to them? They were complete strangers...<br/><br/>The blonde woman pulled her out of her thinking process, offering them both a teacup. As the elf took it from her, she began to feel her head go dizzy. She looked down at the tea, a slice of lemon floated in the middle of some hot water and she felt like drinking it would make her head go back to normal. She brought it up to her lips, ready to take a sip.