Ariadne had just raided the dining hall. Nothing that anyone would miss, of course. A stray roll, a leftover scrap of dried meat. Anything she could fit into her well-worn pack, leaving it lumpy and heavy. It was for the refugees. One of the few contributions she felt she could make.

Which wasn't nearly enough.

But Ariadne had a bleeding heart.

She picked up the scent of her doppelganger a split second before she heard her. And turned with a bit of a smile. It was still strange to be considered a 'Human.' But she did like it. "Afternoon," she replied, offering Vasran a bouncy, little curtsy.