Alit emerged from the living quarters, dressed in her usual dull blue robes, just a little bit after the warrior's arrival. Her eyes were set in a 'I just woke up' squint as she sauntered over to the mead hall's table to collect breakfast- grilled leeks and half of a loaf of bread- before settling at her usual spot to eat. The only other in the hall was the green-eyed Nord, whom Alit greeted with only a look of acknowledgment.

She pushed the plate up once it was cleared, resting her arms on the table as she stared blankly into the crackling fire. Skyrim mornings felt a little different from Solstheim mornings. There was the cold, and there was the fact that she didn't have to look forward to getting ash yams out of a dry ground. The difference was pleasant enough with the exception of the former.

Alit finally turned her gaze upwards, set on Hilda. "Whaddya do?" she worked up the will to speak after eating, "To get accepted into the Companions, I mean. I heard ya got beat up."