They were both eager to see her ship; the technophilia wasn't limited to just Zarah. She took that as a good sign, though she could feel Jessica's growing weariness. Her voice of caution, but Lyra had little to really fear from these people, that she'd seen. There was even a freely formed Aeva among these people. If they had more geodes, would they have formed more? Or was Zarah an interesting exception?

Lyra heard their complaints. Back by nightfall seemed to be the theme. At the very least, they preferred not to travel at night. There were plenty of illumination tools at her disposal, but they had the right idea. Once they got to her ship, maybe she could even provide them with some tools of their own.

"[color=lavender]No list of chores [i]today[/i], but I can't imagine it will stay that way,[/color]" Lyra gave a wave to madam baker, offering a pleasant smile. The mother seemed to be satisfied with Lyra's work.

She was listening in, too, though that was perfectly within her rights in her own home, with some stranger about, "[b]no chores today, that's no way to treat a new guest. Sounds like the lot of you already have plenty on your plates, anyway.[/b]" Mrs. Traveil eyed them wearily, most of her caution easily directed at Lyra. "[b]If you must be off, then off with you.[/b]"

"[color=lavender]Oh, thank you.[/color]" She hadn't expected the courtesy, but she'd have to repay it somehow. She turned to her forming party, "[color=lavender]I'll get my gear. Mrs. Traveil, I'd take it out myself, but-[/color]" she stopped to a dismissive wave from the woman.

"[b]Just go, you're wasting daylight.[/b]"

"[color=lavender]Yes, yes, moving,[/color]" Lyra offered a short bow before ducking into the guest room she'd been permitted. She had an idea to discuss with her exploration party once they were off. No need to mention moving her ship places where that might raise tensions. Just to the top of the cliff, so they wouldn't have to climb down. Jesse could use the pack to reach out to it, from a certain distance. Line of sight helped greatly, so the top of the cliff would certainly be in range.

On her way out the door, Mrs Traveil stepped in front of her and deposited a basket of bread into her arms, before giving her a final push out the door before she could say any more. This one liked to take her time when they were already late to start traveling.

[color=skyblue][i]It isn't like you to hesitate.[/i][/color][right][color=lavender][i]No, I suppose not. I have no idea how these folks will react to anything.[/i][/color][/right][color=skyblue][i]Well, if I were the elder, I'd probably get worried you
loaded them up and took them away, if I saw it.[/i][/color]

When they were out of earshot from the village, and a little while after, Lyra turned to her companions while they walked, "[color=lavender]so, question. I could bring my ship up to land on the cliff, once we get over there, but I think your elder, or anyone else that saw it, would probably freak out. Opinions? And did anyone bring jam? She may have even included some in here...[/color]" Lyra began to dig through the picnic basket, just a bit. She could fly back and source one, if needed, though Zarah might have more success there. Maybe Mrs Traveil included one...