"Something the size of him should be doing his own hunting if not yours too." What a soft people is what slips out of her mouth unsaid with that because life's made her a master of speaking twice at once when opening her mouth if she needs to. Was that the dragon or did that always sit hidden in her from her earliest days?

Examining one rabbit, Brónach lifts it from the fire where it's roasting in an arrow that's seen better days, taking a bite. A muffled curse follows; the juices near to scalding on her chin but this was her kill with her bow. "There's a seat if you want it, no skin off my nose - you hungry? Fresh, didn't have anything but salt for seasoning."