Rowena stepped gracefully across the clearing with her basket in hand. It had been sometime since she had come from the safety of the village walls, and found her eyes chasing shadows caused by the fire. She was uneasy, but was hardly going to let her imagination chase her away. Sitting by the fire, she smiled at Godric, nudging him slightly as she handed over the presents she had brought him.
“There is too much here that is foreign, and makes me miss Hogwarts, but there are things here that I would not trade for the world.” Of course, it didn’t hurt that she was destined to die some years down the road, and that kept her from desiring home too much. But she did miss the control she had, the ability to come and go, the authority. It was silly, but she was never a fan of the unpredictable. “At any rate, if you’re going to stay out here, I’ve brought you things. Dried meats, fruits, bread.” She shrugged her shoulders a bit.