Not at any point thinking it odd that a lycan that lived in the wilds would speak so confidently of business, Ariel found the structure calming. The whirlwind of anxiety-inducing possibilities started to calm and fall into something resembling a set of goals. The instructions helped in no small part for Ariel to properly compose herself in front of everyone. Ariel wiped her eyes and continued to look into the fire. "That... makes a lot of sense actually," she said in a more even tone, "I didn't think about it like that." Ariel looked at Ahnasha and smiled gratefully. She put her plate of breakfast down for a moment, then moved forward toward Ahnasha and brought up her arms. "Oh, Ahnasha, thank you," she gave Ahnasha a brief hug, then pulled away, "I think that was what I needed to hear."

"One more thing, Ariel," Fendros chimed in, "I don't know about other cities, but in Cheydinhal, the count occasionally gave out loans with which to purchase shops and pay him back over time, if the prospective shopkeeper proved to be building a business that could do so. Ahna is right about you having a valued skill. Wherever you end up heading to, it might be worth asking about such an arrangement."

Ariel nodded, "I'll do that." She reached down to pick up her plate and begin on her breakfast. Before she took her first mouthful, she smiled as she looked around at the pack. They had been nothing but generous, caring and hospitable once they had gotten over their initial suspicions. Ariel hadn't felt this warmed in the heart for a long time. "As for help, Ahnasha," Ariel looked to Ahnasha again, this time with a less wide, but still warm smile, "Thank you for the offer, but I've already imposed so much on you and your pack. I'll take the next ship to the mainland tomorrow and maybe accompany a caravan somewhere. I don't know where exactly I'll end up, but I'll find another city."

Silently, Sabine had been at the fire with them all and didn't seem to be reacting to the conversation, but she hung her head and stared at the base of the fire as if she was bothered by the prospect of her sister leaving.

After Janius and Fendros finished up with their breakfast, licking the sweet spice from their teeth, one gestured with his head to the door and they proceeded outside with Lorag. They brought their shields with them, but it seemed like Lorag had picked out a couple of maces for them both.