Hardly asleep yet, Aicelia was busying herself meditating by the fire, legs crossed beneath her and cloak flowing behind as the soft glow of the fire bounced off her shapely elven chain. The elf wasn't comatose, however, and fully conscious eyes would look up at the creature.. no, man, as he approached. Though she would not say a word, neither would she react with any hostility, as her eyes scanned the form once, twice, and again, watching him to see his reaction to Drake without any sign of aggression on her part.