Asvor was unused to being afraid; she'd lived most of her life in the comfort of familiar territory, and surrounded by familiar wolves. Living in the north was a harsher sort of living, but it didn't seem to be a terribly dangerous life, either. She gazed curiously at the stranger she'd happened upon in the caverns, her wide eyes vacant of any trace of fear. The stranger's reaction was to.. laugh, surprisingly, which made her grin grow slightly.
"My mother taught me plenty of manners," she insisted firmly, shaking her head. No, a lesson in manners didn't sound very appealing to her at all. The latter, though.. sounded much more fun. She was looking for.. poisons. Her eyes widened with interest that she didn't bother to hide even slightly. "What did these girls do to deserve such punishment?" she'd ask, genuinely curious; the fact that she might be referring to herself went completely over her head as she found herself suddenly, desperately interested in what sort of things deserved this kind of punishment. "I can help, if you want." She had no clue what to even begin looking for, but she was sure she could be of some use..
