â€œMy kind does not eat.â€ She said with a scowl as he tried to hand her the stew anyway but she reached out and took the rum. She had it before a long time ago but it was hard to get a Valkyrie drunk she did not worry about that. She drank down the contents of the cup in a couple of gulps. Now that her thirst had been quenched she saw the cloak and robe at the bottom of the bed and pulled them on, feeling much better now that she had some clothing. Once they got clothes as he said she would feel a little more like herself, â€œIâ€™ll also need a weapon and we will need horses to travel. The one we seek is a three days journey on horse from here.â€ That was of course if the woman still lived there since Rota was unsure of how long ago their meeting had been. Her voice was also a little but stronger than it had before which made her a little more confident. She got up out of bed and had to lock her knees to prevent herself from falling, â€œThis is ridiculous.â€ She murmured in irritation at her own weakness but she guessed it was partly the bracelet and partly the loss of her gifts. The shirt was too bit on her and fit a little like most tunics would and covered what needed to be covered. She needed armor and boots for her feet but most of all she needed something warm to wear. She shivered and pulled the cloak around her shoulders as well, â€œIs it always so cold to mortals?â€