Elphaba inhaled a deep breath through her nose and silently counted down from ten before exhaling and answering.<br/>"<em>Fine</em>. But just until nightfall - then you leave, deal?"<br/>At the next words to spill forth from that eternal fount that was Glinda's mouth Elphaba was indeed paying attention... though she tried not to care, willed herself to not care, she couldn't help but soak up these nourishing raindrops of information from Glinda, drinking up like a parched plant that had been caught in a desert drought all these years.<br/><br/>"Oh... that's... good to hear."<br/><br/>Elphaba turned and made her way towards the back of the apartment where a table and the fireplace stood.  If Glinda would bother to pay attention she would notice that the sparse room wasn't nearly as devoid of furniture and life as it at first seemed to be (though it still likely wasn't up to high Glinda-standards): Though most of the ex-storage room consisted of empty crates arranged around the floor in a circle, in a corner a bedroll, a trunk with clothes folded on top of it squatted near her bed, some wrapped and stored something (possibly food), tin plates, piles of books (of course), a gruesome collection of dried things either laying on a crate or nailed to a wall: dried roots of other herbs, strings of teeth, bones, some dried and leathery avian claw (for magicking purposes, perhaps?), and to top all of this homely decor was an impressive elephant skull hung from the rafters with it's imposing presence glaring down into the room through empty eye sockets, a spray of dried pink flowers arranged and placed into the central sinus cavity in the skull.  Below it hung a rough glass oval which showed its years through the scuffed and chipped surface.  The only piece in the room that Glinda would possibly find any admirable value was a single three-legged sallowwood table elegantly carved, the three feet carved to resemble a doe's hooves.<br/><br/>Elphaba weaved through the crates and busied herself by pulling out an old and battered tea kettle and filled it with water from an open barrel, listening to Galinda as she did so.. she tried and tried oh so hard to seal that part of her that had been so dry and callous for all of this time, that part of her which was now being nurtured. And as it was, it began to ache almost at once.