Asvor's demeanor shifted, and quite suddenly. She'd been annoyed at first by the woman's sudden approach - and her odd question had made her stop and pause. But she shifted quickly to something more like amusement as she watched the woman, her own posture guarded as she moved to rise to all fours, as though ready to flee at a moment's notice. She had grown used to being on her own, now, and she never knew when she might have to flee. This woman's intentions were as unknown to her as anything else in the world.
She offered some suggestions, and Asvor wondered if she'd been taken aback by her response. "What sort of herbs?" She'd ask, interjecting sharply at the prospect of learning more. It was difficult to get the sort of training she really wanted, being a rogue and all - she had to grab on to bits of knowledge she found wherever she could, even if it meant risking something to do it. She was reminded suddenly of her meeting with Roekia, and wondered if she could impress this woman as much as she had her. At least she'd seemed impressed, if Asvor had to judge. "I'm.. studying herbs," she explained after a moment, a small hint of a smile tugging at one side of her mouth. "My name is Asvor Finnvi, by the way." Her voice held a more pleasant air now; she was willing to be more friendly and docile if it meant she got something out of his encounter.. and she was, after all, but a yearling. How could Lyre say no?
