She was not sure what she expected from Barth as he ate his meal like a savage and talked about the food in his mouth, but she had thought that he would have thought to change his clothing or something before trying to make them be on their way again.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Must I always make sure he does not kill himself?</span><br/><br/>The thought brought an amused smile to her lips as she pushed off from the spot by the window where she had been leaning while he basically shoveled food down his throat. “Aye, I’ve eaten,” though she made not a remark about being on their way again as she strolled over to the door. “But, we aren’t going anywhere until you go and change your clothes. We might not be ones for all that finery and shit, but you aren’t about to catch a cold and fucking die on me,” his bag that held his spare clothing was kicked in his direction. “Knowing my luck I’ll probably have to deal with you wheezing and snoring before you finally die and then have to carry your fat ass to the court of your father and explain how you died in a heroic matter rather than snoring like an ass on your fat ass,” the words though insulting in nature held more of a friendly banter quality than anything of true malice. This was how they spoke to one another. Straight and without any sugar coating because they were equals and friends, when alone.<br/><br/>“Now, I can help you change but I don’t think you want me getting a peek at the goods while you’re all frozen up, right?”<br/><br/>She snickered and started to leave the room, only to pause and look back into the room. “Also, next time you don’t want to drown in bed,<span style="font-style: italic">ask me</span>for water rather than demand it. I’m not some bar wench for you to order about. Don’t want me turning that Benthey skill on you now, right?” A small laugh left her lips as she finished her exit from the room and went down to the stables where she would make sure the horses were ready. Though both horses had already been brushed down, she still went through the ritual with her own horse.<br/><br/>“Yeah, I know…” voice soft as she spoke to the large beast who tossed his head as if in understanding. “They did not brush you right,” another toss and this time even a paw at the ground. “I know I know, all of the important spots were missed but it can’t be helped when Barth insists on use holding up in this place for a bit. These stable hands must change out weekly for how I’ve yet to see one that I recognized from the last time we were here….”<br/><br/>In the silence of the stables the warrior woman spoke to her horse like he was a person. A friend really, because to her he was that and more. Like a brother and trusted friend, there was little that she would not do to ensure his comfort and safety. Whether or not he really understood her, or had learned to respond in some fashion just to encourage her to speak more, she would never know. Nor did she really care to know this either when it came to the end of the day.