Shalan nodded slowly in acceptance before turned to give Korra a small smile, following the child to the barn. When she sat the wooden bed with the sun bleached blankets, she could have wept in joy. It looks like a bed fit for royalty after her months curled under coves in roves or in the hollows of trees. Once, she'd even slept under a rotting wagon that had lost its wheel, abandoned in the muddy earth beside a road. Sure, there had been inns along the way, but even with her cover wrapped over her ears, it was easy to spot that she wasn't human, and more often than not, the harassment was not worth the bed.
But this! A rather clean looking bed, away from interruption, warm and dry, and with the promise of dinner! Gods, Shalan could really weep.

Thanking Korra, she set her pack on the far side of the bed, as she always slept while half laying on her possessions, in case of thievery. Her sword she tucked beside the pack, and she sat on the bed and sighed, running her hands over it. "I am grateful for the kindness of you and your father." The elf said to the girl. "If I may request to be woken for your father's meal? I miss home-cooked dinners. It has been too long." She offered a soft smile. "But, as well, may I ask that I not be woken until at least a few hours have passed?" 
With another sigh, Shalan lay herself on the bed, scooting until she felt the hard handle of her blade under her ribs, dragging the little pillow under her head. Gods, it even felt amazing,

If Korra said anything after her head hit the pillow, Shalan wasn't sure, because nearly immediately she was asleep once more,