She was about to say she wasn’t hungry but thought better of it. Svala knew it would have been a lie easily detected and what was the point in starving herself. She simply nodded her head and said a silent ‘thank you’ before moving toward the fire. In her mind she was studying, mentally calculating and trying to understand what made Astrid tick.<br/><br/>At the mention of the feast she tensed. “No, I will not be joining but I do not begrudge you the need for a victory feast. My village would have done the same were our positions reversed.” She said sitting comfortably beside the fire. It was true and she knew it. As much as she hated being there she understood, it was the way of their people. “If Jonas does not wish to partake in the festivities then perhaps he will join me for a meal of mourning.” That last part wasn’t exactly true but she might as well try and acclimate herself with these people…for now.