"Depends, but I'm sure you'll do good." was all Asta said as they reached the York fire. Gran was sitting by herself, Heilda was chatting with some of the other girls. Asta took a seat, placing her food before her. Gran looked and squinted at Asta.
"What the hell happened to your face?" She asked gruffly, before continuing eating.
"It doesn't need stitches and I doubt that there be a large scar." Asta said, taking a bite of the bread
"Good," Gran said with her mouth full, "Zeek won't give me great great grandbabies so your going to have to."
"Right." There was a heavy silence as the conversation drifted off.