Giggling again at Gideon's response, Feri began leading the way towards her make-shift camp. Only as she approached did she realise that she was laughing and smiling again. These past few days, Feri had been uncharacteristically grim - but judging by the circumstances, that was an appropriate response. While Lothering hadn't been her birthplace, she still considered the place home, and had made plenty of friends there. It was heart-breaking to see it destroyed and overrun by creatures as foul as the Darkspawn... not to mention the amount of lives that were lost. But now, with this soldier who had survived against all odds, and his wonderfully silly Mabari, Feri's horizon began to look just that bit brighter. At the very least, it was nice to no longer be alone; to have someone to talk to as they traversed the kokari wilds.

After perhaps 15 minutes of brisk walking, Feri shifted a low branch to the side to reveal a small clearing. Within was a burnt-out campfire, and a worn patch of dirt from where she had been sleeping. Heading for a particularly knobbly looking tree, Feri - using a large stick - prodded the foliage until her knapsack came loose from above, falling into her ready and outstretched arms.

"Ah, good. No tree-climbing Darkspawn got it." Said with a smile, the young rogue backtracked to where the campfire had been, kneeling and putting her things on the floor. After a few moments of rifling through, she had found bandages, oinment, and even some stale beef jerky for Gideon. Throwing the meat at the jumping Mabari, Feri handed some of the first-aid to Rannon. He didn't seem to be in enough pain to warrant a potion (of which she only had a few), but for all she knew, he could be shouldering his pain. She could understand that; sometimes it was easier to hide what you really felt rather than risk seeking help from others. Still, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"I have some potions, if you need something with more punch than ointment. Also, whiskey. Better for drinking than applying to wounds, or so I've found." She held a bottle in each hand; whiskey in the left, health potion in the right - looking up at Rannon with a grin. "Or how about both?"