Ever since they first met, Asher spent most of his time being a pain in Herc Hansen's arse usually teasing him about his age and how his Nevarran lady love was going to be the death of him. Certain lines of work though and joking about death is just what you do because you look at it every day, and hadn't both of them dragged their sorry selves just out of reach of it within a month or so of one another?

Asher goes to the camp to deliver some supplies as a gesture. Because Herc was a good man (it sounds like a cliche but they're rare, good men) and the last time he was here he was throwing goats and well he knows where the tent is, and Bronson goes lumbering ahead of him. Subdued. The hound might go nosing at the tent but Benevenuta Thevenet is a lady, a Nevarran lady, and grief can be a very private thing when he stops outside, clearing his throat. (It's a cough he's stifling because he's been forcing back the urge to scream, to cry, because it's Herc, as stupid as that seems, it's Herc and he just seemed like he'd be the one to make it through anything.)

"Lady Thevenet? It's Asher, Asher Hardie? I'll go if you want, you don't need to say a thing but...but I-" he pauses to think, almost huffs out a laugh at how ridiculous this is. "I thought it was proper to check on you, see if you wanted anything. Brought you another blanket too."