[They make haste to a couple other shops so that Aymeric can purchase her some food, wine, and miscellaneous comforts. Once back at the shack, Aymeric unloads all the things he insisted on carrying. It's silly, really, to treat someone so capable like this.

He pulls the several-times-looped sash loose from around her waist. He pulls the throat clasps open on her, smiling as he takes in this really... disarmingly cute image of her again.]

I brought a tent that we may make further shelter. Let us pitch it by your fire... Then I have a favor to ask of you.