Daniel
She returns with an ale of her own and lounges casually across the bench in front of the fire. She takes a swig from the bottle while on her side before setting it down and lying back fully.
Janet
He raises an eyebrow (or the argonian equivalent) as she lays on the bench
Daniel
She feels his gaze and responds by turning her head to look over at him without sitting up.

"Listen to that wind, huh?" She points to the ceiling with her left hand, which reveals that she's down a ring finger, and her glove is sewn at the base to accommodate rather than let a glove finger dangle lifelessly. "I think we both made it here in the nick of time."
Janet
"Yeah," He says, "Guess I'll be staying here longer than I though I would." He sighs, then tilts his head, "What happened to your finger, if you don't mind me asking."
Daniel
She recoils her hand and clutches it with the opposite one. "Oh, um, I was mauled by a-a sabre cat when I was young. I was incredibly lucky to have survived."
Janet
"Ah," He says, "I was attacked by a werecroc a few years back, barely made it out with my life." He says, "I feel a part of my soul was lost in that attack." He says
Daniel
"Wait-" She sits up with a start. "Really?! I mean- that sounds terrifying!"
Janet
"It was. It was one mean fucker, too. My life changed that day." He says, vaguely
Daniel
"I'm sure it did. Wow." She stares into space in reflection for a moment before stretching back out across the bench.
Janet
He laughs, "I'm surprised it didn't get any decent hits in, only one, a scratch on my side. I managed to fight it off with a branch, though. Got it away before it could kill me."
Daniel
"That's so fortunate. Mine took part of my ear with it, too, and a big piece of my elbow."
Janet
"Sabercats are tough to fight, I've fought a few since I came here, thankfully though I'm usually away from where they tend to be. I often deal with slaughterfish, but they're easy for me."