Bison. That explained things. Generally, a creature that required multiple hunters to take down. Her family hadn't been capable of harvesting such an animal. And even if they had, there wasn't an efficient way to store the excess.
Kiliaen watched with intrigue as he reached across to open a couple of the bottles. After doing so, she observed as Balthier took a drink from his- which left her compelled to do the same. The autumn fae gently reached out to take a grip on the one closest to her and brought it near her chin. It was a sweet mixture of fruity tones mixed with earthy notes. "To The Hallows, then." She responded softly before tilting her bottle back a bit to allow the wine to flow across her tongue a moment before setting it back down.
As she finished her meal, she was all too happy to bask in the warmth of the fire and the alcohol with her present company. "It was lovely." She assured, just before a lull settled in between them. But she was comfortable with it, so she didn't mind. As Balthier stood up to grab a little more firewood, she reached for her bottle once more for another sip before setting it further aside as he returned. Kiliaen sought out that dual-toned gaze of his as she found her voice. "How about a game?" She asked playfully. However, she didn't really wait for a response before kicking it off with her first round of silly questions. "Would you rather .... be able to read someone's mind, or be able to change someone's mind without resistance?" Her amusement laying on a little thicker than it normally would have, but it was clear evidence of her jovial mood.
