(lol! No problem, it's okay. :D)
Following her two new acquaintences quite happily, with a soft reminding pang that she had lied to them, she examined the occupants of the village more closely. It didn't bother her too much that she had lied - it's just they were apparently kind people. And maybe that's why she had invited them to make food for them, as it was in character for the disguise, but still, she felt a deeper desire to do so other than the familiar excitement of cooking.
Moving with her feline grace after them, her hands clapsed firmly around the handle of the basket. They moved through the alley and then they were passing stalls where Rend surrendered the boar. She found it was her turn and she gave a soft laugh, perhaps of surprise, and smiled at them. Brushing back a loose brown tendril she backed up a few steps.
"Follow me," she said invitingly, turning and moving with a bounce in her step as she twisted through a throng of people, glancing behind her.
Back through the alley, down a quiet street, across a busy intersection of sorts, and then down another quiet street. She turned to a door and rested her hand against it, her mind a tumble of thoughts. She trailed her fingers over the grain of the door too the handle then took hold of them with her glimmering cat eyes.
"Please, bear with me for a few seconds. I must check if it's in any dissarray. I never know what my brother does when I leave," she added a small laugh and grinned cheerily as she slid inside, shutting the door behind her.
It had taken her a full 5 minutes to clean up everything, wake up Maeryn and tell her to dress as Flaxon, and find a clean shirt and set the fish in the sink, Flaxon, or Maeryn, takin got the kitchen as she situated the wig on her head. Then Tully quickly turned and trotted back to the door, quickly fixing herself, swinging the door back open.
"I'm so sorry - my brother had disrupted the entire house. I don't know how he does it in such a short time!" She moved to the side, allowing them entrance into the quaint, docile home fit for that street.
Inside, it was modest with only necessities. She looked at the shirt and compared it to Rend's build mentally, raising an eyebrow. Flaxon, her brother, poked in his head. If you didn't know who he was, the desicion of gender was almost indistinguishable. Sharp blue eyes, deeply tanned skin at a level probably 6 foot 3. Brushing a light brown tendril back towards his ponytail.
"Hey. Don't even say anything, Chesna. Sir, perhaps I have a tunic or something. But meanwhile, let me show you to the bathroom, eh?" He said, smiling cheerily as he entered the hallway, revealing him to be feminine with his slenderness.
"Eh, I'm Flaxon," he said after his short pause as he lead the way down the hall and turning to the right, pushing through the door.
He, in a flourishing gesture, pointed to a basin. He pumped some water into it, grabbed a towel, wash rag, and soap, resting it near to the basin. He then turned to Rend, raising his eyebrows. Why did he not think that any of his things would fit the other man? He paused for a few more seconds and "hmmed" before leaving and coming back with a large tunic.
"This should fit... I can't find an' undershirt. I'll have to look again. Just go to the kitchen when you're down - it's at the end of the hall from when you enter the house," he said and disappeared.
Meanwhile, Chesna had encouraged Ravvyn to follow her downt he hall to the kitchen where she had been making clean and fast work of the fish, gutting them with precision, having offered Ravvyn a seat at the table in the adjacent, open dinning room. She grabbed an assortment of things and chopped and mixed, easily shifting about to use the stove and other things, pulling out more food.
Faxon appeared, leaning against the wall of the kitchen. He nodded to Ravvyn with a generous smile and watched his supposed sister. He shifted, a new undershirt in his hands. He'd wait for Rend to come out.
(oii, apologize for any power playing or whatever. like Rend, just movin' it along)