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“Could be better,” Éliane admitted, which more or less summed up her feelings on things since her brush with death at the village. Rudolf’s observations had been spot on; the pink-haired woman had been uncharacteristically subdued since she’d woken up. It was understandable, really; between nearly dying and getting caught so off-guard at the appearance of Loki in the form of a random village leader, and most heavily the continued lack of information from Solitude combined with the lack of energy from her continued recovery… it was clear the Solitude native was clearly down. 

She sat across from Rudolf, back once more in her signature officer’s uniform, although clearly in a posture that indicated that the woman was still on the mend. The healing, both magical and mundane had been successful, and she was well enough to fight again, but the sort of kinks from such a major injury would likely linger for some weeks yet, especially if the Kirins’ usual pace of combat continued.
Nonetheless, she still took a moment to briefly frown at the tea –not coffee nor caffeinated—placed in front of her, but she accepted the beverage nonetheless by accompanying it with a chocolate croissant from the table. Éliane hummed after biting in, a slight nod of approval. The food, at least, was familiar and comforting, although she would have words with whoever had selected the beverage.

“Could be better with actual caffeine,” she decided to append.

She sat up straighter, giving Rudolf a look as she caught the cushion thrown her way as it became obvious they were about to have a guest. Éliane didn’t bother to affect any different disposition, simply sipping her unwanted tea next to Esben. Not immediately introducing herself, she shot Rudolf another look when he began praising the tea in front of the man.