Elle stifled a yawn as she nodded at his response, using the heel of her palm to rub her eye. She couldn't remember too much of her dreams, save for the one about the black dragon. She wasn't sure if these dreams were a result of her overactive imagination, or a manifestation of her fear via her experiences. If she didn't chicken out, she would try and talk to the Greybeards about it. At this point, she was just afraid that they wouldn't have all the answers she wanted, no, needed. Hopefully they hadn't called her to answer [i]their[/i] questions. That would be terribly awkward. 

She watched as Nil stood, and at his invitation, hopped down from the stool herself. It was a lot farther to the ground for her than it was for her absurdly tall companion. [color=00B2EE]"Sure, I'm not particularly fond of this sword. And as much as I appreciate the battle axe, It's as tall as I am and there's no way I'll be able to use it without injuring myself in the process,"[/color] she replied, only half joking. She did better with potstickers and magic, which, she would probably have to work on if she was going to be fighting dragons. There was no way she would get so lucky next time. Thank divines she had Nilovas.

After thanking the innkeeper, she headed for the door, scrunching her nose slightly when the cold morning air hit her face. As it seemed that she might be staying in Skyrim for a while, she might want to think about investing in furs or a coat. She descended the steps of the Bannered Mare to the market place, which was just starting to come to life with the sleepy townsfolk setting up their stalls. The sun was rising, casting a light that held the barest traces of warmth within its rays over the frost covered land, the sounds of daily life at a soft volume around her as she headed down the cobbled road toward the town gate where the smith was located. If she didn't have important things to do, she would have liked to sit and enjoy the peace of the morning, but there was no time.