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Walking the rest of the way to their new home hadn't been Elka's idea. The cart carrying their stuff to their new destination had gotten stuck along the way, one wheel having broken completely off. The Matori hired to drive it had told them this might take a while to fix. Previously, they had been riding in the back, their legs dangling off the edge of it while they held onto a trunk that sat between them. Now they were walking instead of riding because Kayde didn't want to waste the time waiting. It wasn't that far away, he said. They should be there by dark if they walked. It wasn't like the cart was all that much faster than someone on foot, anyway.

So now she was walking, her feet smarting. She had never walked this much in her entire life. The bag slung over one shoulder with her most important possessions didn't really help the trek.

Sighing, Elka looked up at the sun, still a good many hours from turning dark. She tried to look on the bright side. The shining sun. The cool breeze. The smell of the ocean that made her feel like she was on vacation with her family, bring back lots of good memories. She really tried.

However, there was just one other thing that was bothering her aside from the sores she was very much going to have on the bottoms of her feet tomorrow.

"Kayde. Are we lost? We're lost, aren't we?"

Stopping in her tracks, Elka sighed at his lack of admission that he had taken a wrong turn somewhere down the road. Or, rather, many wrong turns. They had no map. Had never occurred to either of them to get a map. So confident were they that it couldn't be that hard to find a tiny house at the end of a dirt road, that they had forgotten something so important. She was mad at him, but also at herself. If she yelled at him over it, it wouldn't be very fair of her when she was also equally at fault.

So, instead, the Ice woman let out a loud groan, covering her face in her hands.

"How stupid are we?!"

Resigned to their fate, Elka kept silent and let herself be lead, trying her best to walk with the bit of pain she was feeling in her heel. It wasn't like she was a stranger to feet pain, working long hours at the inn sometimes when the rush hour started. But of course, she had suffered through it with the knowledge that she had a bed to collapse into just down the hall when she was done. Now, she was out in the wilderness with no cart and no guarantee this village would have an inn or even a spare bedroom to offer her anywhere.

Elka watched from the side, sitting down on a stool while Kayde did all the talking. She reached down with one hand to rub at her ankle, her face scrunching up with the pain caused by the pressure of her fingers. Once she got back on her feet, the pain would increase. If they couldn't get a room tonight, she didn't know what they would do.

Her fears seemed to be coming true as she listened to the Matorian answer back in a language unfamiliar to her. With alarm, Elka looked up, exchanging a worried look with Kayde. This was not expected. She thought everyone everywhere spoke the same, unified language. Did small pockets of people really not? How were they going to communicate their needs to this man?

"Kayde," she said quietly, leaning towards him with an outstretched hand.

It seemed maybe he did, in fact, have it under control. Elka leaned back on her stool, placing her arms on the countertop, relaxing in the knowledge that Kayde would get them what they needed. Somehow. It was than that a thought came to her. The room was easy enough to communicate across. But what about the cost of said room? They couldn't open their purse and dump it all out, letting the innkeeper pick from it what he wanted. Who knew how honest the man was. He could just pocket everything. At the rate they were going, so far off course, they might need to hire another cart just to carry them to their destination. Hopefully someone spoke a language they knew.

And than there was the cart with their stuff. They were supposed to be meeting the driver at the house. Though he had the key to the lock, he also could be a dishonest person. When he saw they weren't there, he might decide to take all their stuff and leave to sell it.

Elka's finger started tapping on the counter, her anxiety beginning to rise once more.

"Sorry," Elka said quietly, just before Kayde turned his head back to the man. He hadn't given his name to them, she had noticed. Not that it mattered. They only planned on remaining for a single night than being on their way. Probably would never return to this little village. Why would they? There was nothing here for them to come back to. Especially if no one here spoke the same language.

She watched the exchange between the two men, spending a little time looking around at the room. Pretty decorations made of shells hang from the walls. Their new home was beside the ocean, she had been told. Maybe she should spend a day collecting pretty seashells for their walls, too. It looked really pretty. Even the long net covering a section behind the counter was beautiful, giving the whole place a very exotic look. Though it was more than likely this was just a fishing town and that net was no longer useable to catch fish.

Suddenly, a movement to her left caught her attention. Kayde moving from the counter. He held out a hand to her, which she took with a smile, rubbing his finger with the tip of her own. It didn't occur to her he had rented only one room until she was standing in the room and he was closing the door. The affect was instantaneous. Her heartbeat increased and her palms got sweaty. She'd never spent the night alone with him before. And there was only one bed.

She looked at him for an answer.

"Kayde, that doesn't seen the most comfortable." And it didn't. The floor felt very hard underneath her shoes, solid wood. There were no rugs to be seen, the only softness being on the bed. Except...

With a little giggle, Elka walked over to the side of the room where a couch was against the wall, a pillow propped up on either armrest. "This, however, looks very comfortable."