Rayadell paused at his smile. Though her face never wavered from its nearly unreadable stoic expression, her head cocked slightly as she wondered if, perhaps, this elf had some human blood in him.
	She blinked and raised her eyebrows at Calanon’s show of surprise at being offered half the cake. She waited as he scooted closer, her back stiffening slightly at the motion and her gaze flicking once to the staff now laying on the ground beside her, reassuring herself of its existence.
	Once he had chosen his half of the cake beneath Rayadell’s ever watchful stare, she took the remaining half, careful to not create more crumbs than necessary as she tore off a smaller piece, biding her time casually until Calanon took the first bite. Only once he had swallowed, was she satisfied enough to pop the small, crumbly piece into her mouth.
	As simple as it was, it had been ages since she had had a treat as sweet as the cake. She ate slowly, savoring each sticky bite, ever aware of her companion’s eyes on her. She returned his thanks with a quick nod, keeping one eye on him as he reached for his waterskin. Finishing her portion of the treat after Calanon, a silence falling between them, she brushed her hands off on her cloak, and looked to him.
	“Do you wish to take first watch,” she picked up her staff and leaned against it, still kneeling, “or shall I?”