<div class="floatright">(http://i418.photobucket.com/albums/pp264/Stia616/Elf_Rogueavatar.jpg)</div><br/>Tavia threw her head back and laughed, surprised that someone could still be so merry after having only just survived a shipwreck. “No good sir, the company is fine. Better than I’m used to at any rate. I’m just too emotional for my own good. Be grateful I’m not shouting and throwing a tantrum. Though I am sure that will happen again soon enough. I’m sure a number of our gathered company can remember the last time.” She looked up at Diego, a small smile still on her lips and thanks shining in her eyes, and nodded slightly.<br/><br/>Looking away and grunting, she pushed herself up and stretched. It never did her any good, but it was a habit. Any time she ached or felt uncomfortable, she stretched. Turning to Diego again she smiled once more, trying to catch his lighter mood. “Right, you mentioned food. We need to eat. I have a feeling it’s going to be long day, one way or another, so we best be prepared for it. And there’s no use going on an adventure on an empty stomach.”<br/><br/>She looked towards the others still sleeping and wondered if she should wake them. Not all of them would need to take the boy back to the village, but it would be wise if everyone knew where everyone was.