Dragoncrest Cliffs french people give me the crepes

Despite her objections Furi leaves anyways, and Rose forces a thankful smile to her lips when the gona returns. Not wanting to appear rude the russet kru nibbles here and there, similar to how you would when you’re at a friends house and the food tastes bad. Only difference was there was nothing wrong with the bird she was just, as strange as it sounds given her current state, not hungry. 

She continues to peck away at the meal throughout the day until there’s only bone and feathers left, eventually feeling full and somewhat refreshed. The pair spends the rest of their time lounging about before Rose drifts off into a blissful slumber, still exhausted and weak from her time in the grotto.