Once the group's attention was off her, Signy relaxed again, and her hands went back to winding wire around and around at a steady pace; as her muscles began to remember the task, she found she could focus her attention, and then her eyes, elsewhere, and trust that she would not make a mistake. So she watched her new traveling companions instead.
As she listened, she slowly came to a decision, sidling up to it sideways so that she was not entirely conscious that she had made it, until she had arrived there: these seemed good people. Good people and dogs—well, the tiny adorable dog whom she had carried all day was there, so how could they be anything different? Hilda's words, though Signy had lost a few of them in the understanding, seemed kind, and her enthusiastic smile welcoming. If only she knew what a skald or an edda was, but if she was a keeper of tales and sagas then she was a distinctly interesting woman. Maybe a skald was something like a shaper, a keeper of lore and history, except exciting? Coan and Savio she knew from before (and Noa, who now only slightly unnerved her with her bulk and... and dog-ness). The other mage, Ashya, had started all of the introductions—surely it meant she was friendly? The Templar's name was familiar—she remembered that night after the Joining, and that Bethen had listed an 'Aurin' as an example of a good Templar, one not likely to try and kill mages out of hand. And the old man had brought pastries! When she heard that, Signy's face split into a grin she couldn't help or suppress.
"Thank you," she said, that grin still foolish on her face as Ashya passed her one of the pastries; it had been on the road all day but it still looked and smelled heavenly, and she broke off a chunk and popped it into her mouth. This action might have ruined the Orleasian Doll image, slightly, for Signy was a dwarf and dwarva were not particularly known for their careful or polite eating habits. Still, she was better than many of her kin and did not eat with a mess. Just not with much delicacy.
As she finished chewing he caught sight of Imenry moving toward them from out among the tents, which meant that dinner had (she hoped) been caught. "How did hunting go?" She asked, though the scent of roasting meat clued her in that it had, at the very least, been succesful. .... unless there was some kind of animal which could set people on fire and they had encountered it. But this seemed very unlikely, given the circumstances. "What kind of animal did you catch?"
Maybe it'd be something new and exciting and surfacey. Who knew!