Asmara Surana
Asmara smiled readily as first Antius, then Cash seemed inclined to assist. "Well, I was thinking vegetable stew," she replied to the elf's question, eyes lighting up for a moment as she reaches into a pocket of her robes. "I have these seasoning herbs that I picked before... well, the party. I've been waiting for a chance to use them." She knew Cash to be a good cook, so she handed them to him, so that he might offer his opinion, if he had one.
Turning to Antius, she shook her head a bit, still smiling. "I'm quite sure nobody ever considers the taste of potions," she chided him softly, still glad to have any assistance offered. "But... maybe the skills are similar. If you're comfortable slicing, would you like to start on the carrots? Remember to peel first!" She removed a sack from the pile of supplies she's managed to gather, flitting back and forth between horses and the campfire area on springy soles.
"Any suggestions?" she asked Cash, gesturing to the pile of ingredients. "We have onions, mushrooms, beets, celery, sprouts... and radishes." She scrunched her nose a little at the mention of radishes; she'd never been fond of them. It was mostly the smell, though. "I guess if Arvin is successful, there will be something else to throw in as well..."
Keeping an ear open to hear anything either of them might say, Asmara darts to and fro, picking up things here and there that she might need to prepare the food. She is startled when she nearly backs straight into Tiaryn, only the other woman's grace preventing the collision. Wordlessly, the Crow grasps her wrist, placing a few sprigs of something sweet and pungent into the mage's hand before closing her fingers over them. The startled Asmara can only stutter a thank-you before she is gone again. Hesitantly, Asmara brings the plant to her nose, and her eyes widen in surprise. ...Rosemary? A rarity in the climes of Ferelden, but certainly an ingredient that would not go amiss.
Tiaryn Ormet
There was more than enough help; hers would be most unnecessary, but she did not leave the center of activity without imparting a silent piece of advice, anyway. How the girl took it would remain to be seen, of course, but she was ultimately not responsible for that.
Tiaryn sought a place further away from the main body of the group, but... perhaps solitude was not today's solution. Not precisely, at least. She considered seeing if that Templar was inclined to share, but quickly dismissed the thought. Unlikely at best, and not something she really wanted to deal with at any rate.
The Chasind woman seemed to have the right idea; perched at the very edge of the woods as she was. Tiaryn contemplated for a moment, honestly considering just climbing a tree and stopping there, but shaking her head minutely, she decided it wouldn't kill her to try and be a little friendlier. Ryuu seemed to fit in really well with this group, which meant that they wouldn't reject her on the basis of occupation alone, and it seemed to have helped him considerably.
She realized she had no idea how to handle this part of the journey. Without any alternative, she chose to simply do this as she did everything: cautiously. Approaching Zephora's encampment, she tried to remember the three or so Chasind words she'd ever read. Language barriers were something of a problem around camp, but she was well-used to nonverbal communication- the Crows had a whole system for it.
"Dia daoibh," she greeted quietly, taking a seat to Zephora's left, at enough of a distance to keep them both comfortable. She said nothing more, instead reaching into her pack and retrieving a parchment tablet and several sticks of charcoal. She was in the middle of a drawing at the moment, an image of the camp as it was usually set up. She thought she might add a few figures of the group members, maybe like the image she saw now of the three of them discussing cooking, and the Templar next to his tent.
She wasn't sure if she should try saying anything else to Zephora, but since the woman had not immediately snarled at her or otherwise displayed anger at her presence, Tiaryn would leave that for her to decide.