She had woken early, impatient to break camp to continue forward on their quest to free Halsin from the goblin camp (assuming he was still alive); clinging to some small shred of hope that had been given to her that the druid leader might see sense when it came to the tiefling’s plight and allow them to stay safe within the walls of the grove. Kagha’s treachery had already been brought to light, and though she might not admit it, she had been more than a little relieved to have an excuse to spill the shadow druid’s blood. It had taken Gale’s conscience to stay her hand the first time their paths had crossed with the redheaded druid: the terror written on young Arabella’s featured had struck home, a reflection of memories that Val had spent a decade or more trying to forget.
Still, impatient or not, certain needs must be tended to if she hoped that she and her companions could survive the upcoming encounter, so she had taken it upon herself to prep the morning meal while the others slept. A simple enough fare, scrambled eggs and honeyed ham, some berries freshly picked, and fresh bread and soft churned butter that she’d bartered for at the grove the day before, fresh drawn water, still crisp and chilled, and a light honeyed ale for those with more stalwart appetites. She offers a smile - a bit smile, a little taut, but no less genuine for it, as the first to awaken approaches the small spread. “Sleep well?” A tin plate and cup are offered out so that they can help themselves to what they’d like.
