Elsa could have agreed of course, she had no idea after all how big Antiva was or not. But either way she only smiled non-comittally, continuing to comb her hair. It had occurred to her that Roran might want her out of her home - there was bound to be a limit even to this young women's hospital ways. The prospect of stepping out into the dark and chilly night again was not pleasant, especially not after such luxuries as hot water and civilized conversation. Supposedly there were still nooks and crannies where she could hide and catch a few hours of sleep, but now she had tasted the comfortable pleasures of a real house - sleeping outside seemed distasteful.
Smiling gently at Roran, Elsa realized she had been so deep in thought herself that she had not noticed the silence between them. Raising the comb again, she let it flow through her hair effortlessly a moment before moving on to another tangle. She was horrified at the amount of knots and tangles, but then that was what one got for being a homeless wanderer.
"Non preoccuparti,," she answered lightly. Of course a young lady - who was not after all very ladylike at all - would not know quite how to behave in situations like these. Angling her face away from Roran's blush, Elsa found that topics for conversation came easier to her. Whatever she had been in her former life, it was someone quite proficient at entertaining.
"Have you ever travelled much? Or does your...work keep you here in the village?" It felt ludicrous to refer to a girl running around with a sword as 'work', but common courtesy dictated that Elsa would play along with the notion.