"Oh, thanks very very much!" Meerior said. "But that's okay, I can just eat grass, I can eat grass and not get sick, see?"
She reached down and pulled some grass from the ground, she started to eat it, after she swallowed she smiled at Fivan. "Once, I was traveling with a guy, and he got sick, that is, ill, when he ate some. But not me!"
Meerior continued to beam at the elf, bobbing on the balls of her feet.