Nira was pondering whether or not she should help Chloe style her hair, just as a friendly gesture, but her thoughts were interrupted by Belaziri's incoherent mutters after what seemed a rather restless night for the poor girl, her looking worse than Nira when she awoke this morning.  The stew smelled so delightful, yet Nira wasn't really that hungry to be honest.  She preferred to eat little anyways just to keep in shape.  She turned back to Chloe again, a friendly smile as she asked in her way if she wouldn't mind the elf fixing her hair.