Asmara Surana
Asmara didn't quite understand why everyone was talking about things that she only half-understood, but she did give Tal a mildly-reproachful look when he spoke to Connall. She'd completely missed the implication that let to it, and thus the gruffness was rather uncalled for as she saw it. "Tal, be nice," she chided softly, "they're my friends too. And you might not be a threat to the Chant, but it's Ser Bruce's job to find that sort of thing out anyway."
She giggled when Bruce's stomach protested the delay, and eagerly agreed that it was time for food. Tugging Tal along behind her by the hand, she made sure everyone was set up with something to eat, taking the dishware as Cash ladled soup into them and passing it on to each of the others in turn. She made sure to take one over to Blysse, too, and set it down with a smile in front of the werewolf Dalish. "Ma'serannas," she told her, referring to her attempts to protect all of them earlier. She wasn't sure if this would be understood, but she lacked the vocabulary to properly explain, and figured it wasn't too important anyway.
Returning to the fire, Asmara settled next to Tal, smiling at Cash as she accepted her own stew, and sipped at at slowly. The warmth was doing her some good, she thought; it was getting slightly chilly, a sign perhaps of the encroaching autumn. "Does anyone know where Ser Sev and Jasper went?" she asked curiously. She was fairly certain that Arvin was still hunting as he was wont to do sometimes, and Kujo she simply presumed was with Sev, but why her fellow Warden or the mysterious pirate were missing was something she did not know. She wasn't worried; both of them were more than capable of taking care of themselves, but she might be if they took too much longer to return.
Tiaryn Ormet
Tiaryn had the distinct impression that she might have offended Blysse, though that had not been her intention. She had very averse and very visceral reactions to being seized without warning. She could deal with small things, accidental ones, but... too often had such actions signaled bad things to come for her to be fully accepting of being caught so off-guard.
Nevertheless, it was not her desire to be ungrateful or rude, and so she stuck fairly close afterwards. As soon as the group at large moved off, she settled back into her spot within proximity of Zephora and Blysse, picking up her cup of soup, and, pleasantly surprised to discover that it was both still hot and quite palatable, took to eating it, absently flipping through her tablet of drawings as she went. The Qunari was interesting-looking; she might have to consider recording him here. The contrast with Asmara might made for a good picture. Glancing at Blysse, she decided that it would be an interesting challenge to draw a werewolf also.
Though for now she would do neither of these things. The second was still clearly a sensitive topic, and the first she would need to actually get a proper look at first. But still... if she had ever been short of inspiration for her drawings, surely traveling with this lot would provide that in spades. So many people, and effects to be used as well. It was a strange habit of Tiaryn's to see people in colors that they were not necessarily wearing, though some of them seemed to be conscious of the sort of feel they might have to an artist's eye.
Zephora was a dark, earthen palette, with touches of deep red, Blysse the colors of a forest in sunshine (with lots of blue skies overhead). The Templar, Bruce, brought to life a tarnished, imperfect silver. Antius practically screamed to be surrounded with the browns and subdued hues of old books, bronze bindings, maybe... Asmara was the yellow of sunshine and the light green and purple of spring flowers. Jasper was all shadow and concealment, and he knew it, if the way he dressed was any inclination- but there was gold there, too. All of this bore some thinking over, actually, and she held her soup with one hand, sipping occasionally as she made notations in charcoal on a fresh page.