Blazil smiled as the children giggled, though at the same time she watched the one with her thumb in her mouth curiously. She followed behind TamLin, hanging on the words of her explanation. The siblings were much kinder than she had perceived at first. She was finding them to be enjoyable, and even finding herself feeling regret at burning Marcus as she saw his burns. "Umm...I'm Blazil...thank you for having me," she told John, again bowing, though unlike with the children her voice was now nervous, barely preventing herself from stuttering in respect for the elderly man.<br/><br/>She looked at TamLin, remembering that she had just asked if she likes stew just moments before. Blazil was unsure how to answer for something she never had. Should she lie to avoid the embarrassment and say that she does like it, or just tell the truth. She didn't want to lie to the two elves about anything since they were being so kind to her so she decided truth was better, and hoped she didn't embarrass herself too much. "Umm...I've never had stew by the way." She felt her cheeks heat from the embarrassment as she said the words. Growing up had always been top quality food, and stew wasn't one of those where she came from.<br/><br/>((I just typed like two paragraphs having to do with Blazil and Marcus but then I realized he left the room. I saved them for later though.))