Berek held the reigns to Rose as they walked into the marketplace to fetch food for the next two weeks. The sun was shining, though the air was crisp and slightly chilly. Berek mentioned they might want to get a cloak that was Ferona's size. He could go and grab one when they were heading home, but for now it was time to grab things to eat. 

The marketplace was down another two roads, stalls erected and men and women haggling and milling around. A veritable crowd that was doing their best to collect whatever foodstuffs they could for the coming winter. Which brought something to the forefront of Berek's mind, but he'd wait for it later. He knew she was well enough to leave now, her dignity in tact, her hair growing back, her health returning. But now that winter was setting in, even if she had somewhere to go, it would be dangerous for her. He just hadn't known the right time to offer that she could stay the winter.  

"You and Rose seem to get along great." Berek said, giving Ferona a familiar nudge. "We'll need to get her some food here as well. What do you think'll taste good for the next few dinners, by the way?"