<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/0f/19/e4/0f19e4b587fa28545207ea6facb69943.jpg)  </div>With as much warmth as she can mute, Fen nod to Cris and gestures to the rest of the food.  "It's... not the best, but take what you like.  Your appetite's a good sign.  You went through..." she trail off, leaving it, and simple sidles from the room, returning a few moments later with a platter of potatoes, topped with green herbs that smell appetizing and a smattering of some sort of meat.  "Eat," she says, placing the still-sizzling tray upon a clay trivet on the long counter.  "I'll see about some clothes."  She leaves off there, her eyes flicking up a few moments before Mina enters, her eyes fixing on the girl before her words follow.<br/><br/>"Eat all you care for.  's no grand fare, but hot it is."  She lowers her eyes from the girl, as if in deference.  Strange that.  She glances up to Cris once more, her cool eyes warming a bit at the sight of Mina next to her.  As if she's more comforted that the girl's not alone.<br/><br/>Not intending to be gone for long, Fen answers Cris' question.  "They took me in as a lass.  Barely budding."  She shrugs a bit.  "Suppose it's been ten years since.  And as far as I know, they've killed... damn near everythin' around here."   She fixes her eyes to Mina again.  "Please have some food, Mina.  You'll need your strength.  All of ye will."  She leaves it at that and heads  back to the corridor silently, gone for clothes, one can assume, her long, scar-riddled legs carrying her soundlessly into the corridor through the creak of the wooden door in.