Sniffling softly, the red-haired elf accepted the plater and inhaled deeply.  With a wan smile on her very full, very red lips, she looked up into Stiletto's eyes and offered, "Thanks.  I didn't even realize it was time to eat."<br/><br/>True to her name, she'd weapt a good ten minutes over each comrade she lost, not imaturely but passionatly, and now was entirly too busy keeping a counterspelling sheild over herself and Stietto and peering into astral so often her head throbbed for sign of the next attack.<br/><br/>Shaking softly, she breathed, forcing her hands to relax and proving that she wasn't quite as bad of a nervous wreck as she seemed.  She couldn't help but smile as she ate, but she still kept the counterspells over herself and Stiletto.