In the royal court someone would have made a joke at her expense. Well perhaps not HER expense... But the other option was to smoothly cover over such slight embarrassments; which is what he did. She was impressed. Managing a slight smile of approval, Ferona sat herself.

She felt awkward in these clothes but tried not to display it. She held herself very stiffly but didnt keep trying to readjust the fabric, even though it didnt fit her. She repressed the urge each time.

That wasnt the only reason she was stiff, however. As some twisting had shown her, she was badly damaged where she'd been kicked. And this was on top of a motley of other small bumps and scrapes. Her feet were the next worse although they'd already begun to toughen up. She shifted slightly and looked down, ashamed of her condition. "My ribs are bruised," she admitted. 

She began to pet the floppy earred dog and suddenly missed her own pets terribly. Dogs were the only good companions, she thought gravely, smoothing the fur between his eyebrows and then scratching behind his ears, enjoying the way it made his tongue loll out. "Goood boy, Humphrey!" she said. 

When the man came back over and set down his bowl she noticed his leather apron but didnt imagine it was for anything other than cooking. She stated to eat when he left again. It was... quite good. 

Her mouth turned down at his statements and she lowered her spoon. Was he fishing for thanks,  explaining himself, or trying to make conversation? Either way, she didnt appreciate his choice of topic and was silent.  When he sat down she tensed. His whole conversation threw her off. Yes, she was lucky he'd found her, she supposed. And then a dose of sarcasm and a wink, though they were still strangers! And then an invitation...  Alright... and a warning. It could have been calculated to manipulate her and keep her here but she didnt think so. There probably WERE wolves in the woods. She shivered at the thought.

Finally she just said, "Who ARE you?" She truly didnt know what to make of him.