“I suppose it is just surprising to me because I have no interest in returning to… my home,” Charynrae said. She did not dare speak the word Underdark out loud. It felt like a bad omen. "In fact, I have a vested interest in not returning."

She looked in Amal’s eyes- they were pretty. He was... not so bad. He was a sturdy man. Dependable, and kind, too. Kindness was not something valued in the Underdark. She valued kindness, of a sort, hence her taking leave of the Underdark.

“I had no plans. I do like you, so you have a travelling companion.”

She sipped at the glass of mead that had been left by the waitress. "I suppose that while we are travelling, we can offer our services to anyone in need.” What services they could provide was a matter of discussion.

The waitress came over. "Would you like food, or are you just drinking tonight?" She looked exhausted, and yet she was on her feet. Char grabbed her wrist when she went to clear out the empty glasses. "Will you take some of my energy? You look like you need some."

"Uh, if you are offering, then, yes," said the waitress.