A deep breath followed by a heavy sigh. A slight, unintentional smile found it's way to Noella's face as she watched her short lived warm breath rise through the cold air. She has always loved winter, even if it did prevent the growth of many plant life she finds many uses for. Correcting her expression, she returns her focus to the beehive she maintained in a small shack just outside the stronghold. She enjoys the ease and lack of danger in the foresting skills taught to her by her mother with the repressive view of a woman's only lifestyle choice. Carefully and accurately cutting out honey comb and extracting beeswax as a surgeon would with incisions. 

When finished she returned to the Tavern, with a knapsack filled with procurred natural materials. Spotting Boyd and Ronnie together she makes her way towards them. "Here Ronnie, this should help." Noella reaches into her bag and hands over herbs to help her with the agitation of her nub. She had noticed the frequent expression of annoyance and rubbing of her prostetic. Though Noella has been with Boyd since his previous crew, she still is not as skilled in combat as many others. So she can usually be found analyzing others and offering her services of obtaining helpful remedies, tools, and other helpful uses she can think of with local plant life. Noella then went in the back to grab a rusted old pot and filled it with the dirty water that's used for washing and sat at her own table on the other end of the tavern. Removing the bow that was strung around her torso and leaning it up against the wall, she then placed the pot over the candle flame with a make shift stilt and placed the beeswax into it to boil. 

Placing her elbows on her legs and leaning over her knees, Noella took out an old, dirty, yellow rubber ball and repeatily bounced it off the ground. She also grabbed a handful of cut up pieces of honey comb and began snacking on them. "Merci mère terre" Noella whispers while eating, thanking Mother Earth as she always does after a gathering. She was not religious, nor did she believe the earth was a live entity that gave her resources. However she did believe in karma and that being grateful for recieving without actually giving anything was a healthy practice, at the very least it couldn't hurt to try. She continued bouncing the ball and throwing back honey like candy as she often looked around the room, hoping to to soon get a job continue to increase her ranged skills in combat.