"Everyone's saying fighting a bear by yourself is crazy. Real people don't do that and win without spears. I'm really glad you didn't die! Were you scared?"

If he doesn't make any move to pull back, Vena will absolutely put her small hand on one of his crossed arms and get gray smear on him, some mix of sweat and filed iron particles and ash. The smithy is only relatively clean and she is grimy from working in it.

"Oh, well, the healers are mad at her," she says matter-of-factly. "When you caaaaa um when you're out in lightning storms a lot of people die, she could've got hit!" Nailed it. Nailed that suddenly realizing she was almost talking about lightning magic and changing what she said in time. She likes Guts, but he will not understand. "I bet she was really close. And, she shouldn't really do that kind of thing anymore..."

Vena's voice lowers with that statement, a shadow crossing her expression. Lashan's a towering figure in her life, almost invincible, but every time she has to fight it's so hard for her afterwards and it's very easy to see where that's going. She frowns, then, and determinedly focuses on The Boy again, grabbing for his arm. "But hey, hey, anyway, how was Safflower? You didn't hurt her did you? She's a real good horse."