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Kairen said nothing, her callused hands stirring the simmering mixture skillfully. She LIVED on instant soup base. It was HER necessary basis for life. Following that fact is another, that she has an insatiable sweet tooth and a metabollism so high she never gains an ounce off a bag of chocolate. However, that resulted in hyperness, which wasn't the best idea to follow while adventuring.

She heated a flat stone that she carried with her and began mixing the heavy flour for travel bread in a small bowl. It was a bread that rose rapidly in the spacde of 20 minutes and was condensed enough that a slice should last you several hours. She baked a large loaf today, assuming her rescuer ate more from the fact he's about 2 feet taller than she was.

Practiced skill gave her the ability to quickly hack off a chunk of good flesh and rapidly slice it into thin, translucent slices. She washed them thoroughly and seasoned them quickly in ground onion and garlic with salt water. The thin slices easily absorbed the flavor and she dropped these into the soup. Three minutes later, she pronouced softly that it was done and let the floating cauldron settle on the ground, smothering the magical fire. It was going to be a long, wary night for her. She felt queer around the large stranger, and even her harp was sharp and jumpy to the touch.

Carefully ladeling the soup out into air pewter bowls, she handed the larger bowl and a spoon to him and sat down crosslegged with the smaller one, sipping slowly. The soup was thick and creamy, laden wild vegetables and thin, savory meat. The bread was done two minutes later, and she removed the oiled cloth she baked it under. Taking a bread knife, she sliced thick slices from the loaf and indicated to the man to help himself. Traveler's bread was her favorite recepie to cook, and her most practiced do to her traveling. It was rich and filling without butter, flavorful without fruit perserves and moist without soup, and it usually stayed that way for a long time. She had added dried berries and a little extra sugar into the flour this time. Kairen took a slice for herself and nibbled on it between her soup.

"Grassiermesso, encore." She replied softly, sipping at her soup with occasional cautious glances at him. Kairen decided it was better to stay circumspect towards the stranger. Her eyes scanned his inconspiciously, looking for hidden intentions. She found none, but stayed in her wary mindframe.

"Thank you, again. I am Kairen of the Storm." She introduced herself, "I don't believe I know your name as of yet?"

En had made his way miles from the sight of the battle. He was breathing heavily and he knew that if he moved too much he could make something much worse. He finaly landed in a tree, draping his cloak and chains over a branch. He laid there, bleeding. He hoped that his fast healing would keep him from dying.

"Ah, now that's not something I see every day. Someone else who actually gives a wyvern's rear about the old legends...that looks like a rather odd affliction. I'm afraid I don't know enough to get rid of that, but if we can get back to civilization, I have a friend who can deal with that easily. The child of a Fairy and an Elf named Creen Darigin. He practically reattatched my left arm once," Lance says pointing at the wounded limb with a clawed hand.

"If that is what you want, then so be it. I should, however, warn you that the weather turned truly dangerous as I was entering the cave last. I would not recommend such a venture had you not nearly killed yourself so recently. Even had you some variety of weather control magic, that would require far more effort than is safe at this point..." The draconian's brow furrows for a moment. "But of course, you know that already. Forgive me for my lapse and for my insensitivity to your family."
With that, Lance moves so that his back is up against the wall, providing enough space in the cramped area for the girl to move past and into the frigid night.