Kyna gaped. Food was to be shared freely! Too late, her bardic memory shifted and she remembered one of the legends Pol had taught her. Ibi, had stripped the ripe fruit trees and left the farmer without the ability to pay his taxes. It was said that a dragon-knight had hunted the young Ibi down but made him work off his crime rather than rot in jail. Kyna's jaw clenched anyway, for when food was hoarded there would be those who could not have it and those who would have too much. Distracted by her memory, Kyna didn't notice the quickly suppressed glow in the stranger's palm.
"Right." She said and let her maul slide through her hands until it rested on the ground. "I forgot the laws of this land." Forgotten that other lands have strange customs, more like. A surge of longing for home made her stomach twist so she quickly turned to Fion.
"Leave 'em," her sadness came out as a tightness in her throat and she trotted back to the eggs, holding the maul in one hand. With the other hand, she scooped up the eggs while Fion pawed at her foot. The little dragon always seemed to know when Kyna was sad.
Ignoring the gesture, Kyna returned to the stranger.
"Here. An' leave the berries and such I left for the hen. I had thought that a gift to her was enough." She couldn't help but add, "she did all the work. Pushing out such large eggs."