It looks lovely, though Hawke barely knows how to say that, either. The more she watches and talks with this girl, the more she reminds Hawke of Merrill. It's enough to drive a small wedge of sorrow into her heart. One more person she likely won't be seeing again. No, not likely. Definitely.

"That's noble," she admits instead. Food and firewood. Well, she can hunt if she can get her hands on a bow, or she could chop wood. "I've been trying to decide what to do with myself. Can't sit in a chair by the fire and drink tea all day."

Well, she could, but her life has never really let her do that and she doesn't expect it to change now.