Nira turned the spit every once in a while, making sure one side wasn't cooked more than the other or burnt, trying to distract herself from the ever pleasant aroma of venison roasted on the fire, mainly because she hadn't eaten in days.  With a gentle nod she bid the young Nadia goodnight and gave a smile to Chloe as well.  After a few minutes or so, the meat was finished roasting, and carefully Nirayane lifted the slabs from the fire, carving them into slices alongside some potatoes and carrots she roasted as well.  Always the hunter's job to cook, but Nira was used to it.  Plating the meat and vegetables, she set them about the table and signaled to the others with a whistle that dinner was served.  Poor Nadia.  A shame she already retired for the evening.  The least the elf could do for her young companion was set her a plate aside for when she awoke.  Hopefully that red-tailed sneak-thief wouldn't swoop in and grab it or Nira would have to clip his wings, that or let Dmitri get so fat he couldn't fly anymore.  Her eyes turned to the hawk, still perched atop the elf's chair, even after she left, his beady yellow eyes gawking at Simbad's eyepatch as he tilted his head and ruffled his wings a little.