Character: Rachel Backe
Status: A little more refreshed.

When Andrea stepped up towards the table to confront the sellsword, Rachel did not move to stop her or follow her in any way. She watched as a fight appeared to almost break out and turned her back to it. There's no reason to intervene, she doesn't think. Not just to save her energy, but in her mind, her priorities lie somewhere else.

She regarded the flame before her at length. Ever since she left, she was not able to access or find any signs of a fire until now, but the moment she stepped into the room, she felt the heat radiating from it draw her to it. The way it danced around vigorously within the stone walls that had contained it, kept it from incinerating everything else. It may have just been the exhaustion, but there was always a little something about it that stuck out to her. A vague shape barely forming with each lick of the flame, not something of particular form that she would have recognized. The only thing she could put her finger on, as far as she could see it, was that there's a presence. A presence only felt by her, watching but not quite stalking, not quite scrutinizing, but from afar without direct interference.

A feeling all too familiar to Rachel as realization washed over her face, she clasped her hands together, intertwined in the form of a prayer and began muttering something under her breath. When she finished, she saw the fire flare up for a split second, a few sparks flying far from their source in her direction then dispersing into nothing. Blinking back to the fireplace, the presence was no longer there, leaving her in slight awe of what she'd just witnessed.

There was communication and a quiet understanding between them, even if she didn't fully realize it at first. She always knew there may have been a benevolent entity or at least some form of sentience that watched over her and guided her in uncertain times, that in this fragile state, she would have died out in the cold if not for the similarly contained warmth thanks to this being. The small patches of doubt were beginning to seep in after the fact, but now she found clear evidence of its existence and a reassurance that she will stay blessed with its protection.

She gave the fire a single nod with hope and resolve rekindled before getting up on her feet, brushing the dust off her white dress and picking up the hot stone left for the taking. She then made her way through the room past the table, shooting a glance at Bromann acknowledging his thanks. She continued to withdraw from engaging with the rest of the group, but the fact that they accepted her greeting in the form of bread offering eased her worries ever so slightly, allowing her to peacefully retire for the night.