Hotaru smiled lightly hearing him say he liked home cooked better, looking over at Alari as he spoke, watching him walk away afterwards, "Well, alright then. Let's go get some stuff for me to cook with. Anything particular you want?" she asked as she walked towards the inn, sniffing the air for the direction where they could find food to cook with, "I can make plenty, it seems like they have a lot of ingredients nearby," she said, looking at Larel and smiling. She wanted to focus on the positive. Focus on moving forward and away from that dark place, from what Sybil had exposed in her.  She didn't understand it, didn't want to. Instead, the simple enough decision was to get as far from that as possible and focus on making dinner for Larel, "I could do some chicken and some vegetables, simple enough right?" she smirked.

Mera looked his way, "Is there a reason you're hanging out like a creeper?" She smirked lightly, "I used to this blind, so don't worry about messing me up," she dipped the needle in the ink and started to work on a spot on the inside of her forearm, "Unless it's because you disapprove of my tattoos, is that it, Alari?" she mused, glancing over in his direction, "If that's the case, you're out of luck, love, they're all over, though you should be plenty aware of that by now, yes?" she said before going back to work on what she making, starting to making the shape of the brush. She was ever so slightly curious if Mary would get one to commemorate him as well, or if that doll was going to become something she protected with her life, "If only we could keep the young out of such things," she murmured aloud, tilting her head a little as she looked at her arm, "Technically not that young I guess, but still."