[img]http://i.picresize.com/images/2013/09/05/1Q9P.jpg[/img]

At Haruken's remark, she flushed a light red hue and decided to keep her mouth shut for the rest of the duration of the day. Fumbling with the hem of her damp black sweatshirt, she was biting her lip, wanting nothing more than a hot cup of coffee. The chill of the night was slipping past the semipermeable barrier of her thin piece of clothing, the delicate hairs on her arms prickling up in response to the cool breeze. Yet her question was left unanswered, left to be carried away in the folds of the passing zephyr. It was almost as if no one had heard and the inquiry was abandoned and returned by the bird-like Nowherian as an invitation. 

A steaming glass of tea sounded quite pleasant and she was itching to get back to the warmth of the cabin. The mayor did not hesitate to agree and shooed them rather eagerly to join Two-Third's at his welcoming offer; complimenting his specialty drink all the while.

With her nose beginning to leak, hinting at the first symptom of catching a cold, she fell into step behind the feathery hybrid and awaited to take their leave. The others didn't look too swell and she wasn't able to get her full night's rest either. In the back of her mind, the disturbing image and sensation of Rosen deliberately choking her was still lingering and she was hoping that a bit more slumber would be the perfect cure to wash it away; the growing lump of worry in her chest hardening.