At the feel of another's touch on her shoulder, Roran looked in that direction. But as quickly as it was there, it was gone, leaving her a bit confused. She brushed it off quickly, however, as Elsa explained away Roran's fears. She smiled at the woman again and nodded once, agreeing that they should move from the subject of debts. Maybe Roran had jumped to too big of a conclusion at the mention of a favor and suddenly felt bad for thinking ill of the woman.
This vocalization of gratitude meant more to Roran than the last. Not that the last one didn't mean anything, but she sensed a deep truth to this one she hadn't sensed in the other. She didn't make a big deal of it, however, also sensing that this woman was a strong, independant woman. And if there was anything Roran knew about being a strong, independant woman, it was that admitting something like that was kind of a big deal. It would have been for her.
Instead, she just smiled and shrugged lightly. "It's my pleasure," she replied as Brynn came back into the house. He repeated the same steps he just had a moment ago, pouring the heated water into the basin in the other room. This time, Roran lifted the bucket of water and poured it into the cooking pot before replacing it over the fire. After placing the bucket back on the ground, Roran turned to her brother and spoke to him. "Thanks a lot, Brynn. I can get this next pot full," she told him, indirectly excusing him from the room. He nodded in response, saying his goodbyes to his sister and Elsa before disappearing back into the room from which he'd come.
"You're welcome to go a head and start if you like. I'll bring this last pot in when it's ready. Or you can wait till it's warm. It shouldn't be long," she said to Elsa, turning back to look at her guest.