Giselle nodded and shrugged, feeling it wasn't her place to criticize where the food came from or how it was made, so long as it filled her belly.  Besides, it had been good food, just it had tasted a bit strange if what Kyle was saying was true.  Hearing him plan to turn in for a bit after a shower, she nodded and stood up from the table, wondering what to do with the remains but she left it for now.  She didn't want to accidentally break something and then have to find a way to fix it since most of the stuff in this room puzzled her to no end.<br/><br/>Kyle took care of that for her though as he put the containers away before stretching and heading upstairs.  She went to the guest bedroom without a sound more out of habit than anything else.  Shutting the door quietly behind her, the half Drow sighed as she slowly started to strip out of her armor piece by piece, though most of it was in one since her mithril chainmail armor was more of a light shirt made of incredibly tough metal.  Unbuckling her sword belt a moment later, Giselle put her pack down by the dummy after hanging her twin scimitars up on the right shoulder of the wooden stand.  A armor stand appeared by the closet, and she put the lot onto the dummy, standing in the nude as she stretched as Kyle had moments ago.  A small groan escaped her lips as bones popped and creaked, but she smiled all the same since she caught her reflection in a nearby mirror.  Despite her slender frame, she was in perfect physical condition and was far stronger than she appeared.  Stifling a yawn, Giselle turned to the bed and plopped down right on top of the covers face first, uncaring since she was asleep the moment her head hit the pillows.