No jobs. She raised an eyebrow at him, quietly eating the food without a word in reply. She wasn't sure what to say to all of that. Not only were there no jobs, but she had to learn how to be a hunter and a gardener as well. She sat there in silence, eating and drinking and contemplating how she would clean up when she was done. "I'm guessing I have to find some babbling brook to bathe in too," she muttered.

She had to admit, she could see that he was in his element here. He was a survivor, after all. He would be around long after everyone else had gone. There was a reason she'd followed him so long ago and it wasn't his smile, even if she did fall for it.

"I'm not the same as anyone else." She wouldn't dare admit it to anyone else, but she was frightened. She had no desire to out herself to a village that would string her up or cage her for the color of her skin. She'd seen that too many times in her life now. "How do you... How can you trust so easily? What's happened to you, Erik?"