"...Kaylia Vandilla." The woman responded after a moment in which she studied his face, something about the way he had responded subtly relaxing the remaining tension in her shoulders. She smiled again, still a little tentative, but felt comfortable enough turning her back on Garris and the cainmere. She still wasn't entirely sure what the creature was exactly and she didn't feel quite comfortable enough to reveal her ignorance on the matter just yet. Crouching down, Kaylia produced a bag of vegetables, a seasoning pouch, a small knife, and an empty water skin from One of the saddle bags. "And if you're offering to skin some potatoes and onions, I won't keep you from that pleasure." She chuckled, handing over the bag and knife and fishing out a cooking pot and setting it down near the fire.

"there are a couple of carrots in there that you're welcome to give to Storm, my horse, and, um, ...Cainmere if you'd like. Or you can cut them up and throw them in the pot too." She explained, silently wondering if the wolf like creature would rather have some of her dried trail jerky instead. Well, if she found out that the cainmere shunned One of the carrots, she would offer the meat. Dropping the seasoning pouch next to the pot, she halfway turned away from the fire before adding, "i'll go get some water from the river and start cooking as soon as I get back." 

Walking away quickly into the darkness, she tried not to make her movements a run as the fluttering panic that was always on the edge of her emotions in the dark threatened to overrule her actions. If only she could remember why she was so afraid of the night, then maybe she could master the impulse... Resisting the urge to grind her teeth together, Kaylia found herself hurrying through her assigned task with unnecessary speed despite the constant reassurances to herself that there was nothing wrong and was soon back in the pool of light cast by her fire, breathing a silent sigh of relief. She carefully emptied the skin into the cooking pot and quickly located a couple of branches that would serve as spits to hold it in place over the flames. As she worked, she would occasionally glance over at her unexpected company, curious as she usually was.

"So, Garris, why did you decide to become a ranger? And how did you come to find a partner in Cainmere?" She finally asked, unable to stop herself.