The furrow in her brow doesn't quite escape Erik. When you don't do much talking, you do a hell of a lot of listening. That, and he's used to that look. Healers... they tended to look at him something like that. It's a look not unlike the one that Ursa's own mother had given him during their brief meeting. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, he knew that well enough.
She sets them off down one of the aisles, and Erik can't keep the bit of wonder out of his gaze. A little nod to confirm that he had everything, but also just... one last glance to make sure. His little companion had scooped up a feather somewhere along the way, and Erik was content to let her keep it. Long steps carried him easily over the uneven ground, gaze bright and curious on each of the stalls. One filled with pretty trinkets and baubles, and all manner of shiny things. The next, dried herbs and other healer things, some that even smelled like ma, like home
On the next side, one that catches Erik's eye. Well, okay, it catches his nose first. Something sweet, maple, already making his mouth water. Scooting ahead and through the crowd, he darts to the merchant. Motioning for two, and offering a spare few teeth and a porcupine quill needle. As the merchant took a moment to consider, Erik gave a cough that was perhaps slightly exaggerated in its patheticness. A little bit of the puppy eyes and-- ah, that was the magic. Quickly, he swipes the maple candies with a little nod to thank the merchant.
He stood tall on his toes for a moment, looking for Ursa in the crowd. Returning to her side the moment he spots her, Erik holds out one of the sugared maple treats, a proud little grin on his wine dark lips.
"Speech"
