Cynn Ellime
Taking the food from Annabeth, she was faced with an issue of timing. The wood elf's stomach was very much for devouring the food right away, but her mind was completely against that idea. Cynn watched the human as she spoke, waiting for a moment during which she could eat like a madman. That opportunity seemingly presented itself soon enough, when the girl looked to Leith for an instant. It was during this small time that the white-haired girl dug in to the food she'd been given, ravaging it with animal-like passion, only to realize that the glace had merely been a glance, and Annabeth was now staring at her.
Swallowing the bite of the chicken left in her mouth, Cynn smiled sheepishly, and immediately wondered how she'd gone from ravaging beast to sheepish smiler in under a second. When the girl asked what she'd done for the rest of the day, she froze. How was she supposed to say that she'd read and then stabbed a wall before hiding under her bed? That was the least productive thing she could have done! Thinking about how she'd address this subject, she eventually decided to just point to her rapier in it's resting place on the floor in front of where her bed had been earlier, then to the marked-up wall, and then mimed feeling warm and pointed at the clothes that she'd dragged under her bed with her. This seemed to make sense for Annabeth, but Leith seemed a little lost.
To be fair, Leith was a little lost. It wasn't that his presence was unwelcome, it was just that...his presence was unwelcome. It wasn't a good time to have someone else in the room, and his being there meant that Cynn and Annabeth had to dance around the elephant in the room. Not literally, of course, but the thought of the two of them somehow getting an elephant stuck in their room seemed like it wouldn't be hard to believe. Suddenly, all the elf could think about was how many modifications to the room would be needed for it to be elephant-compatible. She liked to go on weird tangents like this, because she could be silly and serious at the same time, which just served to make the thought even more silly. It was...nice. Yeah, nice! Nice was the word for it.
"Um...Leith," she began, shyly. "It's getting awfully late...maybe it would be best...if...you returned to your room? I think...I think we're about ready to turn in for the night. See you around?" She smiled kindly, and hoped he wouldn't be offended that she was asking him to leave so soon, as if he was just a means to get her unstuck.