Xanriel's eyes turned quickly to Sirenes's stomach, a smile crossing his lips,
"Hungry? Maybe we should get you some food..." Xanriel looks to the others in his group, "Well? I don't eat, but I'm sure /some/ of you do?" Xanriel says, looking pointedly to Ragen, Heimdall and Zanthos. As the others searched themselves for food, Xanriel turns on his heel and walks away, looking for an Inn to spend the night and find some food.
Something about these lands was comforting. His mind seemed less cluttered, more at peace with the world around him, he smiled, thankful for his clear mind. The headache he had had since he saw his brother in the battle against Mavros and Morte was gone, and he was thankful for it.