Ildra's stomach growled loudly while the three waited for their meals. Silence seemed to be the topic of the moment, though another reassuring smile was given to Kitherit. She pitied the girl, for obviously, she was out of her element. Yet, Kith seemed to be relaxing with each passing moment. Something akin to relief was etching itself across her smooth features, and that made Ildra all the more curious.<br/><br/>Korel came bustling back out of the kitchen, bearing a large tray in his hands. One of the kitchen helpers followed close behind, carrying a smaller tray holding mugs. A plate was placed before each of the three, and Ildra could not help a huge smile of delight. Fluffy eggs whipped with tender mushrooms and new spring onions, roasted slices of plump apples, drizzled with honey and sprinkled with nutmeg, and slices of toasted wafer bread. The portions were small, but that was the norm among the elven people. Possessing delicate pallettes, Elves tended to be more vegetarian than the human race. They eschewed heavy dishes, preferring lighter, more subtle flare. When they did eat meat, they only took from the excess animal population, careful not to disrupt the natural flow of the forest. Even then, they took only enough for the day and no more.<br/>The helper gave them each a mug of cold, sparkling spring water and the utensils with which to eat the sumptuous meal.<br/><br/>"Korel, I will bring you rosemary for a month," Ildra chirped, picking up a spoon and digging into the eggs. While she was famished and eager to fill her belly, each motion was still carried out with a natural born, common grace. Her attention turned to Malith, eartips twitching while listening to him speak to Kith in common. Thankfully, she could understand common better than she could speak it...