"So, jerky then. I believe I can manage that easily enough, once we're better settled." It's hard to predict anything until the Gallows is effectively cleared and the move is more or less completed. Tentatively, she reaches over to lightly stroke one of those large ears. "You have fine ears, my friend. It almost makes me wonder why elves are called 'rabbits' and not 'fennecs'."

Not that she truly wants to be called either, but if she had to pick, fennecs seem more charming to her.