After Parael ceased thanking her in a most strange manner, Rikive picked up her fallen coin purse. She made sure to collect each coin before tucking it away and re-entering the suite. She stopped when Parael pointed at her, announcing that she would be allowed to stay. She could not help but smile in sheer relief that she could stay and perhaps rest a bit more. She so very much needed a break from the confusing world of Midgard.

Rikive looked at the empty throne with an arched eyebrow, the one Parael said she could sit on. She was not of high enough standing to sit upon the magnificent chair, saving the hosts life or not. Though she did appreciate the gesture nonetheless and she certainly would not turn down the opportunity to eat a bit more food. She made her way over to the food table as people filed out of the room, ignoring the eyes she could feel drilling into her.

They could look all they wished, so long as they did not want to fight with her she didn't care. And after witnessing her throw a man twice her size across a room like a rag doll, she suspected no one would wish to pick such a fight.

Rikive picked up a small pastry from the table, a cupcake she believed it was called. It was decorated with pink frosting and had a little rose seated on the very top. She sniffed the pastry before taking a bite out of the icing, rose and all. The demi-goddess made a face when she found the rose was hard and not edible. She spat out the decoration with a firm shake of her head before continuing to eat the cupcake. Though a bit more cautiously incase there were anymore hard bits inside.

There were none and it was easily the sweetest, most delicious thing she had ever eaten. When she finished with the first one she picked up another, being sure to pluck the rose off the top this time. With her treat in hand she left the feast table and found an empty couch to sit on. The cushions were as soft as a cloud and she sprawled herself across the comfortable surface, eating her cupcake and watching the guests leave. 

A few shot her dirty looks and she merely grinned in return, uncaring about the small bit of icing on her nose and upper lip. It wasn't her fault that some crazy human had tried to kill the host and ended the festivities. 

A young witch with perfectly held curls of copper red hair stopped in front of Parael with her arms crossed over her chest and a scowl on her face. "Parry, just who the hell is that woman?" She asked him, pointing over in the direction of Rikive. "She threw a human twice her size across a room, in front of other humans!" She informed him in a low voice. "De Lucy is going to come knocking, wanting answers when he hears about this. It'd be in your best interest to put some distance between you and her. No reason you should get dragged down with her because she hasn't gotten with modern times."