She would find the store was pretty well stocked, and that they also had stuff for getting rid of trolls.
She started gathering the items that would last the longest and didn't need to be refrigerated. She paused, squinting at the cans. What did demons like besides war?
"Z," she said, coming up to him, frowning a little. "I don't know what demons like to eat. Or you, for that matter."
She squinted at him uncertainly. "Zer, they have canned pork brains in milk gravy. I think you're going to want to decide..." She looked at what he was doing. "Do you know your way around bandages?"
He continued to squint at the bandages, hesitantly going to pick one before changing his mind. This lasted for a short while longer before he finally grabbed one and went to join her.
She was in the food aisle, her shoulders hunched uncertainly as she brushed her fingers over the can labels. There was one at the top that she squinted at, but was out of her reach. She squinted before slipping off her cloak, preparing to clamber up the shelves. With her large cloak off, he would be able to see just how small she was. Elves were built to be lithe, but she was uncommonly short and rather thin. He would know that female elves averaged about 5'10, but she couldn't be more than 5'4, not including the tips of her ears, which were tucked back in thought anyway. Her frame was delicate and birdlike, and as he watched, she found footing on the shelves, climbing up determinedly to get a can.
The cloak was still warm. She grabbed the can triumphantly before looking down, seeming surprised to see him. "Oh. Hello."
She grinned at him cheekily, holding onto the shelf with her bad arm and the can in the other. "Do demons like fish?"
