Elle rubbed her eyes with a yawn with one hand while shutting the door to the room with the other. She turned around and paused before going and seating herself next to Nil, propping her elbows on the bar and lacing her fingers together, resting her chin on her knuckles. Curiosity wanted her to ask about the half-prince's numerous scars, but judging by the tail end of last night's conversation, she decided against prying. It would probably get her a dirty look and silence in response anyway. She had noticed them the night before when she was stitching him up, but she had been too tired to really process much of anything at that point. Maybe she would volunteer to go get some armor from the Trader that actually fit him to save him from Camilla. She wasn't sure what was worse, facing Camilla or a horde of bandits without armor. Hard to say. 

[color=00B2EE]"Morning," [/color]she greeted, glancing over at him briefly. Honestly, she wasn't sure why he was still with her. He could have taken off long ago. he had all but said he had better places to be and things to do rather than tag along while she warned Whiterun about the impending danger. Whatever the reason, she figured she would find out eventually. Or not. She was fairly uncertain of anything at this point. This simple trip north had turned into one heck of an adventure, there was no denying that. Though she had to admit, she was all adventured out at this point. 

She shook her thoughts away groggily and rubbed the sleep from her eyes again with a small sigh. As far as she knew, she had gotten plenty of rest, it just hadn't been very regenerative. She blamed the nightmares. Or dreams. She wasn't sure what they were. The light dragon, it had her voice, which she found quite disturbing, even if she didn't understand what it had said to her. Even though it had been exciting as well as terrifying at first, she was getting quite sick of dragons now. They seemed to be everywhere she turned ever since Helgen. For what reason, she had absolutely no idea. No one sees them for, how many years was it? Too many to count, and the first one sighted in all that time comes crashing into her life like an ebony meteorite. Just her luck. Unless, it wasn't chance 

There, her mind had run away with her again. She caught herself staring into the flames of the torch on the wall, blinking a few times and sitting back to rest her palms on the worn wooden surface. She wasn't much for talking in the morning, so she didn't try to start conversation this time, content to sit and wait for Orgnar's return so she could get herself some breakfast. A low growl from her stomach reminded her she hadn't eaten much the day before due to all the excitement and and whatnot.