Gregory
*Raylen sits on the log quietly. She brings her knees up to her face, seeming to ball up. She tucks her face into her lap, properly hiding away now. She doesn't seem much for conversation in the moment.*

*A breeze comes by, causing the woman to shiver. She peeks up from her lap, wiping away her tears as she gazes at the fire. She only glances at Senri, then focuses on warming herself up some more.*
Cheryl
As she tended to the fire, Senri noted the lack of a response. She wasn't all that surprised, really. Not after having accidentally seen... That.

"Are you cold? Have a sip of this, it'll make you feel better." She said, ladling a bowl of soup — were one generous enough to call it that — and making her way over, holding out said bowl to Raylen. Either way, she would hold two fingers (or attempt to, at least) up against the girl's forehead, checking for a potential fever.
Gregory
"I-im fine..."
*Raylen squeaked out, trying to retain her refined tone but ultimately breaking. She looks back to Senri, her eyes training on the soup. Hesitantly picking the bowl up, before she quietly sips. It was... Bad. But warmed her bones just right.*

*Raylen seemed out of it enough for Senri to sneak a feel of her forehead. Her head was certainly hot enough, she'd need a healer or some medicine soon. Senri is also able to feel what might be a pair of filed down horns. More evidence of her Oni heritage, usually unseen from their reduced size and hidden behind her bangs. Upon realizing she's being felt up, Raylen pulls away and cups her head defensively.*
"I-i said I was fine!"
Cheryl
"Not at that temperature." She made a note of the two little bits that jutted out — although she was already fairly certain what they might be — but that was hardly the priority here. The older oni gave her kin a deadpan stare before walking off and digging through her bag, pulling out an animal skin cloak.

"It'll only get colder as time passes, so put this on for now." Half-draping the article of clothing haphazardly around Raylen's shoulders. "I'll bring you back once you're ready."

For now, Senri produced a wooden cup and poured herself some fruit juice, downing it in a shot. Bleh. She should probably remind herself to pick up the groceries on the way too.
Gregory
*Raylen seemed to settle once more, cupping the bowl of soup with both hands as she's covered. She slowly but surely gulps the liquid down, before settling the coat over her shoulders neatly. She seemed comfy for now, and to of calmed for the moment.*

*She looks at Senri, seeming to run a few questions through her mind. She decided on which to ask first, gathering herself and clearing her throat.*
"What now...?"
Cheryl
Senri looked up from her beverage.

"That's up to you. If you wish for it, I can escort you back immediately. If you want to hang around here a little longer... Well, that's also fine, though it can be a little boring."

The larger oni broke into a grin.

"There's more soup, if you're still hungry."
Gregory
"God no-... I mean... No thanks." 
*Raylen sighed and wondered what she'd do next. Now that she was calmer and clear of mind... She should probably head back to the manor. Injured or not, she still had groceries to deliver. Plus if she made her master worry it would just be worse. She nods to Senri, slowly and carefully standing.*
"I'd appreciate... Um... If-... If you don't mind me asking. Why did you help me? Even after you realized who I was...?"