Rayadell’s attention shifted to Calanon when he moved, her grip on the staff habitually tightening. Her cool eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the recognition that crossed his face, a recognition she was unsure was toward the curse alone, or of something deeper. Her back stiffened at the thought; had that simple action shown him more than she had intended?
	She raised her chin in acknowledgement of his show of thanks, but made no move to return it. She watched the Elf reach into his pack, and glanced toward her shoulder with a quiet sigh, wishing she could remove her own pack without unveiling her draconic characteristics. The tip of her tail curled and straightened beneath her brown cloak in irritation, making the fabric ripple slightly.
	Rayadell looked back to Calanon when he pulled out a small parcel wrapped in large laves, and readjusted her grip on her staff. She glanced to the trees when the misty form of the tree spirit reappeared, jumping to a tree closer to them as if curious as to what the package contained.
	She glanced between him and the leaves, her expression aloof, before slowly kneeling down and taking it with cautious slowness. She unwrapped it, glancing a couple times to Calanon as she revealed the pleasantly browned cake. 
	Her chest rose gently with a “huh,” motion, and her brows furrowed fractionally at the show of kindness.
	She sat the cake and leaves on the ground between them, and carefully tore the cake in two, the honey filling oozing from the center in all its golden sweetness. The sight made her taste buds prickle, and stomach remind her of its existence and need for food. Placing both halves back on the leaves, she nodded to it for Calanon to choose a half, her watchful gaze on him.