Shalelu nodded, and took a seat, listening intently. The only thing she did, aside from watch Rimeera, and listen to her story, was to carve the shaft of an arrow, slowly whittle down a stick into something usable. She nodded, as the story came to its conclusion; over at the nearby campfire, Ameiko's music filled the air. "You did well," she said; high praise from her, all things considered.