"If nothing else, you are certain to be there."

Awwwww.

She preens.

Too cute.

Heeee.

She eventually finishes her meal, humming happily. "Well, it's filling," she acknowledges, sipping the last of her mead and then glancing over at the thick panes in the windows. It's hard to tell what time of day it is through the nearly opaque glass. "Are you thinking of spending the night here, or camping out somewhere?"

"Hmm... It is unlikely we'll make another town before full dark. If I were alone, I would walk through the night. It depends on what you would like to do."

"I don't need sleep as much as I need food..." Teasingly: "And if I get tired, I can always sleep in your arms."

"Best not to waste any time, hm?"

"Time is a very precious commodity, I've been told."

"So we'll keep going from here."

She nods. "Get me a knife that won't break the first time I use it and some food for the road, and we're good."

Elana nods.

They can speak to the innkeeper for more food, and thence to the smithy.

Where Lace proceeds to have so many weapon opinions. She can spot even fairly small flaws, and she seems to know enough about the weapon making process to ask deep enough questions to fluster the local smith.

Soon enough she finds a long dagger than isn't too bad, and then a few different utility knives. She sheathes the dagger on her belt, vanishing the utility knives into the myriad folds of her outfit.

"Next time I'm in my world I'm going to start carrying actual decent knives everywhere," she mutters. "This is ridiculous. - Obviously you guys don't have high tech furnaces yet, but still, you can get pretty refined with traditional methods..."

"There there," she pats Lace on the head as she stows her knives. "The Nords' High King lives in Solitude. I'm sure you'll find something there."

"I might have to break into their armory, if they're not selling the nice pieces to random travelers."

"Needs must. You'll put it to better use, anyway."

"Those poor weapons should be used with skill."

"With love, by someone lovely."

She grins, ducking her head a bit. "And with pleasure."

She offers her arm.

"Shall we continue?"

She takes it.

"Lead on."

They take the road west out of Morthal, skirting the southern edge of the marshes.

Night falls fairly early, bringing cold winds. Tamriel's two moons rise one after the other, wrapped in the northern aurora.

There's sounds in the marsh, of course. The occasional animal watching them - though most don't come near the road.

Lace gets tired fairly late in the night - she's still on her feet, but she's yawning and blinking sleepily.

Elana picks her up again without asking.

She mrrps, surprised, then yawns and snuggles into Elana's shoulder.

"You're cozy..." she murmurs.