Making a light shrug at Fillet, Etheda showed that he didn't care much. Getting a bed was thought of as more of a bonus in his travels than a necessity. It didn't mean that he wouldn't appreciate one, though. Eh, not something to worry about; that was to be saved for the Outlands and the shards. He'd especially hated the Outlands, even compared to Northrend, because at least not<i>everything</i>tried to kill you up in the frigid north.<br/><br/>Turning his head to Jake, Etheda couldn't help but chuckle, just a little bit. There are only a few times one should pick a fight with something bigger than oneself, and that was if you had something to hit it with from a distance or could run very, very fast. Since it seemed that Jake had neither projetiles nor very fast feet, he should be thankful that the ghost saber wasn't particularly hostile. Etheda stepped over to Jake and offered his hand. "<span style="color: Plum">It seems you could use a little help eh?</span>"<br/><br/>Erma, meanwhile, kept her thoughts to herself. While she would never laugh at something so childish, it didn't go unnoticed. Jake was unhurt, and so it did not deserve more attention than the simple glance she gave.<br/><br/>She then stood from her chair and held her runeblade with the blade pointed down at the floor, leaning the hilt against her shoulder. "<span style="color: blue">I do not believe there to be anymore questions? If so, the only thing left to ask is if we are to leave immediately or in the morning.</span>" Her voice was devoid of emotion, but still strong. It was not quite demanding, though it held a firm tone, one that showed she was in need of an answer.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>