Elentara sat quietly with her back to the group, having moved not a muscle since the first member had risen.  She'd offered her morning tribute to the sun as it rose and sat in quiet meditation until she was disturbed by the familiar sound of a blade being sharpened.  Her brilliant blue eyes opened, but she didn't move, relatively certain that she went unnoticed as the group bantered.<br/><br/>At the mention of food, she rose gracefully, her firmly muscled body rippling as she quietly approached Jonah.<br/><br/>"May I?"  She extended her hand, her eyes on his, her expression aloof and unreadable.  She had little use for humans, and even less for human males, her eyes sliding over to Cyrus, admiring the bulk of his muscles even as she bristled slightly at his presence.