Kahya blinked at the waitress' exasperation and she looked around. [i]Mayor?[/i] she wondered. She started to stand to look for someone with that sort of authority as the waitress helped her up instead. "Thank you," she managed to spit out in the waitress' frenzy. She was patient as she was guided to the counter and sat down, thanking the  woman again. She took the moment of silence to breathe and gather her thoughts when it clicked: the waitress had called the girl "Mayor." 

"Oh," Kahya mused, eye flickering to  Rune as she introduced herself. And now that she did, Kahya found it easier to believe this young woman was indeed the authority here. She was patient and observant for her age and Kahya found herself relaxing further. "No, I'm not a tourist," she confirmed, gaze flickering to the outside again. "My name is Kahya Tarom. I'm... an explorer? From far south." She supposed that was the most simplistic way to explain it. She may have continued, but her stomach interrupted with a growl as the plate of pancakes were placed in front of her. 

Awestruck, she gasped quietly in her native language: the food in front of her was absolutely divine. Somehow, she found the strength to refrain from digging in like a madwoman and opted to politely sip her coffee instead. Clearing her throat, she looked back to the young and generous mayor. "I don't wish to burden you, Rune Thistlecatch. But I would greatly appreciate somewhere to stay as I recover." She glanced down at her poor wrist. Kahya was kind and gentle, but she wore her pride on her sleeve. "I can work in return."