She chewed somewhat noisily, chewing with her mouth slightly open. She had found, out here alone in the wilderness, that when she ate noisily, things seemed to taste better. Or perhaps it wasn't that they tasted better; perhaps it was that the noise had taken up some of the empty silence during meal times, kept the atmosphere from being too eerie. Either way, she did enjoy to eat this way. She took another large bite of the bread, meat, and cheese ensemble. Mmmm... So simple, and yet so wonderful! She smiled to herself, her nose wiggling at her own delight. Out here, she was her own entertainment; she was used to pleasing herself.
She giggled at Varcan's first inquiry; such a sound had not been released for a long time. But she could not help it now; she was feeling a bit playful for some reason. She leaned forward as she gave her response. "I'm a bit of a shifter," she explained. "Out here, it's easier sometimes to shift into more vicious forms." She smiled. She was suddenly reminded of Gareth. She pointed to the picture. "He was, too; his form was a brown hawk. My forms are limitless as far as animals go, but I was a hawk as well, with him. A white one." She reminisced for a moment, smiling distantly as she gazed into the depths of the image. What wonderful days those had been.
She nodded, her attention returning to Varcan. "Oh yes, quite true; everyone could need help at least once in their lifetime. No matter how experienced, how intelligent, or how wise." She thought for a moment. A single finger lifted to her face, resting on her bottom lip. She looked as if she were about to say something, but thought against it. She saw how involved he was in his food, and realized that he must have been very hungry. Thus, she was content to allow him to get his fill; she needed to get her fill as well. She continued to eat, chewing noisily the large chunks she ripped. When finished, she waited patiently for him to do so as well.
She got up to return the knife she had used to cut the foods to its place on her belt. She remained where the belt was and turned around to watch him for a moment. She smiled. "Oh, not at all," she said, waving his thanks away. "The food wasn't going to keep forever anyway." She watched as he stood. She continued to be intrigued by his appearance. In her eyes, there was something effeminate about him, but it was pleasant to the eyes. Overall, his appearance contrasted with her own. He was pale, quite well dressed while she was somewhat darker, although her fair elven blood protected her from getting too dark, and she was dressed like a wild woman. She sighed to herself, enjoying the contrast.
"Ah yes," she said. "Time is always the best remedy when trying to remember that which is forgotten. Anyway, it's not entirely important how you got here. At least you are safe and did not meet some terrible end." She paused. "Well, you are not that far from civilization, but considering the way in which you arrived, you are quite far. It's about a five hour walk, I'd say, so honestly I have no idea how you could have possibly come here; here being the Draconi Forest near the city of Adela, I believe it's called. I could be wrong about the city, though. Things change, sometimes."
She put on her belt, feeling better than her weapons were near. Turning, she walked toward Varcan and opened the flap to let him out. "Of course; I was thinking the same. I much prefer being outside to being inside anyway." She inhaled the scent of the wild, and sighed with pleasure. Upon a second inhale, she caught a faint scent of something else... but she didn't know what. Then it was gone. She was disconcerted, but ignored it. It was gone, anyway; nothing to worry about.