"Oof!" He's like hitting a brick wall! None of the softness you get from what by now she thinks of as 'normal people'. Vena stares up at Guts in stunned incomprehension for a moment before she scrambles back up, all huffing indignation. How dare he! Has he never stolen anything before?

"It's called," she hisses, with what she considers great dignity and gravity, "sub-ter-fuge, stupid!" Remembering her own priorities she darts a glance around - her friends have gone but yes, people are starting to come out of the temple. Vena scowls and picks up the rolls she can see, even if that's tricky with a back stiff with outrage. It's just ground food, it's still perfectly fine.

With her utmost sarcasm she says, "Let's just get back, to the infirmary" and jerks her head. Obviously she didn't forget, and obviously she's too smart to be seen carrying a sword near the most obvious non-Sister here since Ilse tried taming a leucistic elk.