She watched Gryson look at the corpse, and could genuinely see the want for meat in his eyes. She watched him also as he hawled the carcass of the dead animal over his shoulders as if it were nothing, and so she followed him back towards the cave. When he mentioned not eating a good meal in weeks, she felt slightly guilty for missing the foods at court when it had only been about a week for her. When they got into the cave, she watched him make the fire by his own self, with only the two sticks over the fire pit. She herself had never had to do anything like what he had just done. Her food was already cooked and on a plate by time it reached her, and she had only ever seen something being cooked in the stove or over the big brick fire pit with the pots on the stone table above it, whether it was buns baking or meat roasting in hot stews. Her changed her expression, for her eyes had grown wide with astonishment, to a cool and calm one by time he had started to speak again, hoping he had not noticed her being amazed at what was so natural to him.
 "A tub, oh thank the heavens, I have missed a bath so very much," she admitted. She turned and went down two chambers in the cave, and walked into the second one to find a wooden tub, and a bucket right next to it. She noted the small wooden table that must be hand-made. She picked up the bucket, and headed back out to where Gryson was. "I'll be back, I am going to go out to the stream. That isn't too far from the base of the mountain, so will be back," she said casually. She could have gotten water from the part of the stream on the rocks, but she always liked where the rocks met the grass with streams, because sometimes there would be a waterfall. She walked out the cave, and headed down to the stream.