Veronika heard the man out, trying to concentrate on his every word, as hard as it was for her to make any sense of what he was saying. The topic of magic intrigued her. By now there was no dobut in her head that it did indeed exist. How else could she explain the miraculous light the man conjured from his bare hands that seemed to heal Alexa until she was as good as new. Not the mention the means by which they were summoned here...

When Jouane told her they could stay here for the time being, she never felt so grateful in her entire life. Sure, it was dirty and dusty, but once you have to sleep besides sacrificial altar and stare death face to face, you obtain new outlook on life. Never before did she think someone so sincerely.

Seeing Alexa wake up, she didn't know what to say. How do you greet someone who saved your life? She felt the gap between their social classes tug on her thoughts, but on the other hand, if it wasn't for the peasant girl's bold, yet brave act, they would both quite possibly be dead.
"Hey..." 
It was all Veronika mustered before facing the ground, fidgeting nervously with her half-ripped dress. A thought that they'll need some decently warm clothes briefly crossed her mind. Her current ones were stained too.
"Jouane healed you... your hand. We're safe for now" 
Mumbling absent-mindedly, she took the book in her hands, needing something to fiddle with. She just now really took notice of the title 'Summon Familiar'. Pretending that she's about to read, she opened the first page, noticing nothing but weird wriggly letters that seemed to dance in front of her eyes.
"You have some stew and bread there... and ale." She gestured at the bedside table, where a bowl of steaming soup lied, along with some bread on a plate, ale and nearly empty bottle of healing potion. The Noble wore a pretty good indifferent mask, for someone so unsure about what to do. If a stranger was to look at her, they would only see a pretty pale girl reading a book while suspiciously glancing sideways to her friend from time to time. 

"...I'm glad to see you're ok. Thank you..."

Nearly whispering the last few words, Veronika felt a bit of blush creep on her cheeks. Thanking a wise elderly man was something entirely else than thanking a peasant like her... a peasant who happened to be the only reason she's still alive. That alone made her feel like she should bow down to her and cry tears of gratitude, but for now, she was determined to do whatever ti takes to keep whatever dignity she, as a noble, had left.