She couldn't help but laugh at the comment from Jacque. The look on Elysia's face all the more worth it when she turned to see the woman having a coughing fit and hitting her chest to calm herself once more. "Easy their my friend. I worry, one that makes jokes like that will find himself in a situation that could end in a world of hurt."

Still she couldn't help but notice the uneasiness in the smaller woman. Even when Roland began to speak of the tale of his weapon. One that Reema listened to with undivided attention. A small smile appearing on her features when she heard the fondness of his memories. Such an interesting idea of arguments, she could picture it. Whoever the two that helped Roland get his weapon seem to be the best to have started him. Kind people who did not take themselves too seriously but knew when to work together when needed.
"The heart will stay the same, you know, I might have to do that. I don't think I could bring myself to part with the beast that caused me to start hunting."

Yet before she could even finish her words Roland was gone. Gathering his weapon and rushing to his room like a child who was in trouble. "I fear I may have said too much..." It was a new place with new rules. They all came from different places, did she do something wrong? Shrugging her shoulders she sighed. Can't dwell on it for too long, after all it would only breed ill thoughts. 

Instead she stood, stretching her lips as her back began to crack. One, two, only to start sounding like a small drum for a few moments. "Guess they caused me to lock up. I'll be working if anyone needs me," Patting Jacque on the shoulder as she left she opened the door to her room. Rummaging through her bag to find a leather bound folder. Untie the threads to open it's secrets it began to show intricate designs of monsters.
Grazing, mother's with their young, beats in flight or heads bobbing through the ocean waves. Every new thing she saw on a hunt she would document on paper with nothing but a bit of charcoal. 
And so, brining out a slightly torn blank sheet she cleaned off the desk, bringing to work.