<em>The swordswoman turns from her musings, looking up to Eliza with a quietly amused expression on her face, though with a small gesture she indicates that it's quite alright for the elf to join her at the table. With the mention of the shifter, however, Yurika's lips curve upwards in a genuine smile, her voice soft, but carrying a certain weight about it.<br/><br/>"Any friend of Kharali's is a friend of mine."<br/><br/>Still beaming a tad shyly at the girl sitting across from her, Yurika shakes her head, the gleam in her eyes telling Eliza she didn't miss the blush, and her words in return make it clear she's no stranger to this situation.<br/><br/>"I haven't seen her today, but we were supposed to meet here for lunch... perhaps you'd like to join us? There are some others who will be joining our little party shortly after, but if you're willing to sit though tales of swords and adventure, I'm sure you won't be too terribly bored. Kharali will probably take care of that..."</em>