Wren rode back to Stag’s Rest, lagging behind the others a bit on purpose. She didn’t really like being the center of attention anyway, so she just chose to put herself on the outside until they returned. She could still hear Joachim’s question when he spoke though, and scoffed a bit. [b]”It wouldn’t surprise me if she was a coward,”[/b] she mumbled, looking lazy as her horse trotted at a leisurely pace, allowing her to sway side to side, her gaze off to the side and into the distance and hardly an emotion bestowed. She knew an attack back would make the most sense, but she kept her mouth shut. The question was to be determined by their ‘boss’ she supposed. And she was sure Gnarl would handle all that. He was the [i]bear[/i] after all. Her eyes narrowed slightly at the thought, but that was the only change in her appearance coming into the stables.

After putting her horse away, Wren changed out of her light armor and wore a pair of brown breeches that fit at the waist, but sagged about her feet. Her shirt was a dull rough material, baggy on her as well and causing her to pull it back up on one shoulder every now and again. She ran her fingers through her sticky, sweaty blonde hair, and went to one of the servants, requesting someone to stitch up her wound. She began searching around until she found the mess hall, and got herself some ale. She sat down and waited, until a meek little guy peeked around the corner and saw her sitting there. [b]”Yes, I’m the one who needs you,”[/b] Wren said, pointing to her arm. The man nodded and sat next to her, working on closing up the wound. She barely noticed, mind on other things, until she looked over and he had gone. She looked down at her arm and it was stitched, so she shrugged and stopped drinking. 

Getting up from the ground, she had decided to go visit Sikarthis’s animals. When she was alone with them, she actually felt she could talk more freely than with people anymore. And Sikarthis never seemed to mind when she just turned up there. So she began wandering towards the pens, running her fingers over the outside of them until she got to one of the snow cats. She smiled at it, cooing to beckon it towards her. It just looked at her bored like, which made her chuckle. [b]”Oh come on you lazy beast, don’t you like me? I mean, I’m injured here. You should be nice to me,”[/b] she smirked, eyes lighting up with her smile. The cat yawned, before settling back down, burying its face into itself. [b]”Tsk. Well, fine then, be that way,”[/b] she said softly, still smirking at the thing, before moving to reach a finger in to beckon it better, when a voice made her jump slightly. She turned, blushing and smile fading to an embarrassed gaze that landed on Sikarthis. She felt rather stupid that she hadn’t even heard him walk up. 

One hand moved to her side and the other brushed her hair from her face. [b]”I… I just like your animals,”[/b] she sighed, looking to the side, knowing he would think she was probably stupid for it. It seemed like something a child would say after all. Her gaze went back to the man and she shrugged. [b]”I’m sorry if I’ve invaded your space though, and can leave,”[/b] she said, a little uncomfortable now. Seeing as how it was in her nature to like people and be friendly, she found it was easier to avoid them all together in order to prevent herself from caring for them. The more one got to know others, the harder it would be when they inevitably died after all.