Time was passing and it seemed like most were getting along well. Deedlith was part-way chewing through a mouthful of carrots when Elendil approached her and asked a question. "That is correct, I am. And my guess is that you are the same?" She rested the spoon on the bowl and put it aside Peon who was rather contently asleep, nestled in his own feathers. "And what of your companions, particularly the male?" She asked, referring to Erandur who was staying in his own solitude across from the fire. He reminded her of a young Elf who always enjoyed his own company rather than that of others back home. 

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Areia set down her bowl and stared into the flames, deep in thought. This was the time when she would pull out her lyre and play a tune to add to the atmosphere. Her fingers could just remember the patterns to all the songs she used to perform during her travels, but she realised that giving up playing was one of the things she had to sacrifice when becoming a knight. Sure, Areia could play simple things but nothing like her younger days. 

Looking up, Areia noticed the mage comforting the paladin, who she never did learn the name of (or couldn't remember), as well as the pretty Elf girl with the pink hair casting some sort of cooling spell. The paladin was clearly in some sort of anguish, grasping his head in his hands. The redhead shot up and fumbled around in a small space between her plate armour and undergarments, pulling out a small vial with amber-coloured liquid sloshing around inside. She rushed over to him and crouched before him, presenting the bottle. 

"A simple concoction, nothing special. Made from wheat, lavender and juniper berries. And sugar. It'll make you feel better, I promise," she smiled, unscrewing the top. She had learnt the recipe while recovering from severe wounds, having had a unfortunate run in with unhappy tax-collectors as she passed through a small remote town. It was a strange remedy, one that temporarily numbed pain as well as headaches and illness and gave the drinker a strange comforting feeling. At least that's what Areia felt when she drank it. It had a rather pleasant taste to it and didn't have any officially special properties. Peculiar stuff, Areia always thought. But it worked in the worst of times so she had little to complain about.