"It's so far away," she murmured, speaking of Hilda's home. "But it must be comforting to know they are there, thinking of you and waiting for your return." It was much better to know that home was waiting for her somewhere, then to know it was gone, that it would never be. But those were dark thoughts, and ones Imenry didn't want to share with her companion. Hilda's mood seemed light, no matter how much violence and death she'd known in her young life. It should stay that way. Imenry knew her own view of the world was far more cynical. It was hard for her to look at things otherwise.
"Magic may be rare where you come from, but it's treated differently than it is here, it sounds. After all, your mother lives free. Mages here can't live free unless they hide what they are. It must be a terrible burden." She nodded then, at what Hilda said about magic being in the blood. It was something people were born with. "It's true. But blood magic is... violent magic. It involves hurting oneself or others, using life force for power. That is also the branch of magic that allows for mind-control. So to many it is considered something best not practiced." She caught herself talking on about the subject and smiled slightly, glancing at Hilda. "Does that mean that it's quite possible your children would be mages as well?" Back in the village that was not something that was worried about, but living in a place like Ferelden, it would be quite a blow to have a child that possessed magic.
She fell silent again, folding up the leather and setting it aside. Perhaps during their travels she would use it, shape it into clothing for one of their more needy companions. Some seemed to have nothing more than the clothes on their backs, let alone anything that would serve them through a harsh winter. A smile tugged on her lips as she tried to imagine Ordhan engaging 5 or so giant blond-haired mountain men in combat for the pleasure of Hilda's hand and almost chuckled. "It does sound like quite the challenge, to prove that one is sincere. But if he cannot... court you until he does this. Well the Anderfels are very far away, and we're all walking into danger every day. There's nothing you can do before that happens? Not even something as simple as say... a kiss?"
Away from the light-hearted topic Hilda began to speak of her parents, a steady hand against her shoulder and to her horror it was tears that welled within her eyes. She blinked them away stubbornly and stared into the fire. "It's difficult. Even focusing on the good memories makes me think of... they're gone. I am not so brave a woman as you, to face the deaths of those I loved with songs and smiles. I try not to think of it at all."
Letting out a heavy breath she turned to smile at Hilda and leave such sad thoughts behind her. So she focused on Hilda's talk of friendship and worth. Had she thought of someone specific when she'd said what she had? Of course. Imenry nodded slightly. "I do think of someone. A man, as I suppose those that vex us the most must be. We are... it would be generous to even call us friends."