Verissa had listened intently, realizing just how important Shenzi was. The blonde herbalist knew the woman to be quite knowledgeable and experienced, but something about her made Verissa think that there was a lot more than what was seen, which was already formidable. She would definitely seek her out at a later time. She continued to struggle to keep up with the language that Asher spewed forth, nearly forgetting that there were hand signals as well that she'd have to learn. 

When Asher tried her stew, and nodded in what she assumed was approval, she smiled lightly. At least she'd managed to do that much, even if she'd startled him earlier. If this was to be their life, it wasn't so bad. She could practice her trade, her magic, take care of people, be... free. Truly so. And the life of a Scre... Kvaren didn't seem boring. 

When he started on the Gathering, she sat down across from him, and began to eat heartily at her stew, not realizing just how hungry she was. She heard a little rustling and saw her pups nearby, shaming herself at nearly forgetting them, caught up in all the emotion of the recent moment. She stood up, filling the last bowl, a larger one, with much of the stew, sitting it down on the ground. The pups looked at her, before she smiled and nodded at them. They approached, sniffed at the food, and began eating heartily while she cooed at them and scratched their heads.

Returning to her own seat, she was still listening to Asher, hearing about the rituals and protocols she'd have to learn. The Gathering did sound very much like a festival back in Ebonfort. But when he glanced up at her, at his words, she found her throat tightening as she was taken by surprise. Her face flushed a deep crimson and she buried her eyes in her stew. As the bowl emptied, Verissa noticed that it was growing colder and colder, a bit more so than the previous night. It was then she realized she'd packed away her own bedding earlier, but not Asher's. Gulping deeply, she didn't know what to ask. She didn't even realize her eyes were locked on her empty sleeping space, as the words spilled out. 

[color=f6989d][b]"I don't have... I packed..."[/b][/color] 

Her face showed her evident nervousness, before she took a deep breath, [color=f6989d][b]"Can I... stay with you tonight?"[/b][/color] Her stomach tightened at the thought, but there was some reassurance that he'd said he'd never force himself upon her. But she needed to be practical, to be realistic, to be... Kvaren. And Kvaren don't freeze to death out of fear or stubbornness. Her eyes were still down cast as the moved their way back to the table in front of her, unable to find Asher's. She hoped he didn't assume this was permission for him to do... as he pleased, if he so did.