Lorelei leans up from her weaving, eyeing Auriole with the plate. 

“Thats kind of you” she remarks. “You can be the second in line to choose your spot to sleep then,” she smirks a bit. Taking the plate from the girl she folds down to the dirt. 

Naturally, Lorelei would be the one to try and dictate in her small circle. 

“Shall we eat together? Or have the others run off to prove themselves?”