Feri's smile grew as Rannon reached for the whiskey - she couldn't blame him for wanting to take the edge off, really. In fact, some whiskey sounded rather relaxing for their current situation; taking the bottle from Rannon as she sat beside him, she took a few eye-watering gulps of the liquid herself. It had been fairly cheap, and cheap stuff was always the harshest. Regardless of the taste, it got you drunk fast - and while temping to just get hammered at the moment, Feri decided against it, instead opting for the jerky given to her with a grateful smile. It definitely tasted better than the stuff she had given to Gideon, but he didn't seem to mind.

Her bright expression - mostly because of how good the jerky was in her rather empty stomach - faded somewhat at Rannon's apology, being replaced with some sympathy and a touch of concern.

"There's no need to apologise. You've clearly been through some hard times these past few days. Well... I suppose I have too, but nothing like..." She hesitated a moment, gauging Rannon's expression. "Nothing like what happened at Ostagar, I mean. It's understandable for you to be feeling... well, a lot of things, I suppose." Gently placing a hand on Rannon's forearm in some modicum of comfort, she offered up a softer smile than before; more supporting than anything. "You don't have to worry about me - I'm just glad to have found somebody too. In fact, I was lucky enough to get two for the price of one." She finished with a light chuckle, looking at Gideon who was gnawing happily on her stale jerky... all of Rannon's had disappeared down the dog's gullet.

Realising that after a few moments her hand was still on Rannon's forearm, she removed it quickly, busying herself with her bandages while trying to hide the slight blush creeping along her cheeks. The bandages weren't really a distraction; that wound on her side was still annoyingly oozing blood. The cut seemed shallow, but was long and seemed to have no intention of clotting any time soon. Getting to her feet, she undid her corset (Which would need repairing; [i]again[/i].) and rolled her shirt up, tucking it under her bra to wrap the bandage around her exposed midriff with more ease. From behind, Rannon would see flickers of a deep, knotted scar on her back when Feri's long hair swayed out of the way.

"So, where were you thinking of heading to? I bet Redcliff would be safe enough." She suggested to the warrior, tying of her bandage and turning to face him as she pulled her shirt back down. Picking up her corset from the floor, she decided putting it back on would be beneficial too; it would save her carrying it, and while damaged, it would apply more pressure to the wound.