Shalan crossed the yard, her eyes on the building before her that held her temporary bed. Her feet were quiet on the ground, the leaves the went under her feet made little noise. It was one of the perks of being an elf.
The downsides, though, she met every day. Until today. Strangers being so kind and hospitable! It was so alien to her. 

As she opened the door and slipped into the shed, she pondered on Keiro. Something about the man bothered her, though she couldn't put her finger on it. It had something to do with the way he looked at her. It was similar to the way her kin could stare into your eyes and seem to be reading more than your expression. He had keen eyes. 
Shalan almost felt bare before him, and it made her uncomfortable. 

Growing drowsier by the minute, Shalan tucked her sword under her blanket and piled her back atop it before laying down, leaning against her belongings to keep them safe. She was barely able to fold his arms over her chest before she fell asleep.

It was early afternoon when she woke next, and she blinked her eyes to slowly adjust to the sunlight that was spilling into the room. For once, she took her time waking, and arched in a stretch and groaned loudly before she sat up. It had been so long since she'd been able to sleep so luxuriously. Shalan couldn't remember when she'd last had a bed at this point. It had been weeks of piled leaves or wrapped in her cloak on holes she'd dug in the ground. 
Almost reluctantly, she got up and ran her hands through her hair to brush it out. With a yawn, she made an uneasy decision to leave her sword and belongings be. Afterall, they'd left her unbothered this long, there was no reason for them to steal anything from her.

On slow feet, she stepped out of the barn and shielded her eyes, looking around for a clue as to where Keiro or Korra might be.