Hadyn stared at the rabbit, unable to keep the bemusement from registering on her face. With a glance at the naked girl, the blacksmith scratched the back of her head uncertainly, looking for appropriate words to respond with.
"I'll get right to it, then," she answered after a tick. As far as she was concerned it was awfully kind of the girl to share her spoils. Though it did nothing for Hadyn's ankle. But as she sat there her stomach began to protest the lack of breakfast, leaving the blacksmith no other choice than to accept the dead rabbit.
Pulling the horse to her by way of the reins, Hadyn took a few preparatory breaths before heaving herself up. The swiftness with which she stood caused a moment of lightheaded nausea, coupled with the annoyed stab of pain from the afflicted ankle. But using the saddle as balance the woman avoided falling a second time, waiting until her body was stable before she began digging around in the saddle pouch for something to cook the meat with. The horse turned his neck so he could stare at her. Rolling her eyes, Hadyn shook her head.
"I know I'm useless. No need to rub it in."