Character: Andrea Ashmourn
Status: In heaven.

Andrea followed the captain with the others, making small little notes in her mind about each of the strangers. Once inside the barracks a gasp of relief opened her lips and closed her eyes just to feel the promise of warmth that surrounded her. “[color=ec008c]Finally… Fire and warmth[/color].” Amdrea smiled softly as she glanced around the untaken beds and shook her head. Taking none of them as she laid her satchel against the wall near the fireplace. With a simple movement she took off her tattered cloak and knelt at the fireplace alongside Rachel. 

Andrea begins to work, ripping some of the tattered cloth into long strips into five lines. Grabbing the fire poker to free up a little room, grabbing her satchel to pull out some of the stones and tossed them near the fire. Folding her cloak made a small mental note how much usage the cloak had before it finally became useless. As her cloak sat beside her she glanced towards the fire place offering her hands to the warmth as she settles in.

“[color=ec008c]I hope you don’t mind if I take some room from you da’eln.[/color]” Andrea’s ruby eyes glanced towards Rachel seeing her being lost in the fire. Unsure if the girl even spoke, yet that didn’t stop her from continuing her preparations. She fixed her belt that held her grimoire letting it rest a little as she rubbed her hands together slightly, flipping the stones every now and then and passing the warmth from her hands and onto her arms as she sighed happily, her ears twitch in response.