Glaran returned her gaze for a few moments, then turned away from her without responding to her remark. He didn't know how to respond anyway. He expected to find directions to wherever the mage was residing, nothing more. What Elizabeth was hoping for wouldn't happen. But he found he could not get himself to say that. He busied himself dishing out the soup in two bowls, handing one to Elizabeth. Sitting back down, he crossed his legs and watched her.