Asvor resisted a snort at watching Naudir nearly trample her companion, amusement dancing in her eyes at the birds she hadn't yet to meet. Briefly she wondered if she would ever come across such a friend -- she remembered her uncle Kapra's snake, who burrowed in his fur, often hidden completely from sight. Her joy at seeing her sister was readily apparent; the mask she wore so often and so carefully around others was cast aside with ease.
"I haven't seen anyone either," she mused a bit sadly, at the comment that she hadn't seen their family. She had no doubt that they were alive and well, knowing the gods would have shown her otherwise, and given her some sign to aid them if needed. "But I'm glad to hear you are well." Was.. Naudir implying she had killed someone? A wicked smile teased her lips at the thought of her sister defending herself. Not all knew, it seemed, of the Finnvi bloodline... they were strong wolves, fierce wolves, and not wolves to be reckoned with.
"I wouldn't be opposed to joining you in the north," she admitted after a moment, not sure if Naudir was implying that she wanted her to join her or not. Asvor wouldn't take offense if she preferred to be alone. "You've... been studying herbs as well? I've been trying to learn as much as possible since I've been on my own." Interest shone in her eyes. Now, studying with her sister and exchanging knowledge was far better than how she'd been going about things with strangers. It would definitely be more fruitful to do it with Naudir.
