Bernadette
***Astoria ~ City Street***

Newt's smile quickly faded seeing her reach to pet Grunt's nose, only to release his breath with a sigh seeing Grunt accept the carrot with a wary neigh.
"I don't recommend pettin' him on the face. He's a mean bugger, with an meaner bite! Almost took my wee small finger he did!"
We shows her his left hand, the pinky finger indeed being badly bruised still, wrapped tight with cloth but still functional. For the most part.
Newt glanced behind Eve, his brows furrowing with confusion. A swift, serious look the felt so unnatural on his face.
"Uh, yeah. We can talk in my room inside. Tavern's mostly empty this time of day. C'mon."
Joseph
**-Astoria, Local Taven-** 

She gave the steed a stern finger and then a loving pat, showing dominance as her touch made a neural connection, calming the animal with her mind's touch

"Ah of course, these ones can be feisty "

She laughed a bit at his story and eyeing his distant expression didn't dare look behind her as to not seem conspicuous 
"Of course, I will follow behind you"

She followed him to his room, keeping her head down eyeing through the lacing in her veil and her belongings close at hand
Bernadette
***Astoria ~ Local Inn***
The room was rather compact, only being enough room from a old wardrobe, a nightstand and a rickety old bed sitting just by the door. The room looking cleaned top to bottom not leaving a trace that he was ever rested his head there.
Newt walking up to the window keeping eye down at the street. Grunt impatiently tapping a hoof below neighing for him but keeping put.
"Did you tell anyone else about Marius's passin'?", He asked. Eyes still pacing the crowded street.
Joseph
**-Astoria, Local inn-** She followed him inside, her head staying bowed slighly but her eyes glanced about, fluttering calmly for any sign of trouble, though newt seemed like he was weary of something or someone on their trail, given his actions and what he was saying to her in his question. She looked about his room, closing the door gently behind her, and would have a seat on the bed, after all she'd been walking for a while, without a mount to carry her, and was flattening the wrinkles on the thigh of her gown as Newt was peering out the window. "I have not given word to anyone, as is in respect for my suitors." She replied, her head facing him, then turning her head to look away from him as she added "He died late last night, and took a great liking to my service in his last moments, an unusually avid admiration for my acts" She ran a thoughtful hand over her bag as she said this. "He was a good man.." She finished with, and would let Newt speak