Revna wouldn't have to wait long. Though she wouldn't have heard a thing happening inside. Not the boiling of a potion or the crash of a vial breaking. With the entire home soaked in potions to allow no sound out, it was the safe place for all sorts of conversations to be had. But when she heard her name shouted, she practically laughed. Well, it seems that her chaperone of the day was already as thrilled about the job as she had seemed the night of the dinner.

With a flourish of light skirts and a tight corset synching the small waist of hers, she whipped the door open. Her short hair now falling just below her jawline in a sharp dark curtain. "Revna," she almost purred her name, stepping outside the hut and leaving Deimos behind with the potion. He'd be watching over it. She shut the door behind her and gazed up at the women. Was it natural for almost all of them to be so much taller than herself? "Good day to you."

The smile felt forced, a trained courtier stood before Revna was the one who could notice it. Yet leave it without comment. Her eyes however were lingering before she found herself rather surprised by the question that was asked. The slight lift to her brows would say just that. "Fairly," she tilted her head ever so slightly as if she could pick the question apart and try to find out what exactly the woman wanted to say and do.

"The beds are... different. But I find rest." It helped that Deimos tended to curl up on the bed and Norah used him as a pillow. Hearing the steady beat of his heart and feeling the even, quick breaths of him soothed her. Being a summoning and all, he had some strange habits that set him apart from any animal from their side of dimensions.

"Hopefully you won't find our trip extremely dull today." She commented as she looked down the path they'd travel along.

Had Norah heard the woman's internal thoughts, she would have been miffed to hear she was boring. She certainly had never lived a boring life, but it seemed the women of Cambria also didn't like to talk much. Judging by her earlier conversation with another woman, they wanted 'action'. But it couldn't always be about action, they couldn't go around just chopping off hands and branding people until they complied with whatever it was they called the 'goddess' that they worshipped.

With a small nod, she would wait for Revna to move forward and she'd fall into step beside her. Her legs making up the difference in stride almost gracefully unless the woman decided to run. "I've come to observe many things since I've been here." She said, conversationally, keeping her face forward as she watched the people that they passed. Mainly women of Cambria. "You have many warriors and also home makers," she passed by some women who were outside cleaning a fresh rabbit.

"Are you all born into what you do, or do you get to pick at your own free will?" She asked genuinely curious.

The disgust that came with the words made a small, almost musical laugh leave Norah. "Perhaps not the best word to use here," she mused almost to herself, even though she said them for both to hear. Maybe... just maybe if she played her cards right... she could get this one to slip just a little. "Those who tend to homes, the children, instead of being the physical force of Cambria. Just another strength," she said as she glanced towards Revna. Not wanting her to think she was calling the home makers weak. Often times... they were the strongest in the kingdom.

She found the irony of her words fascinating. 'We chose to have children for the sake of a better Cambria'. She might have seen the slight shift in Norah's eyes as she stared over at her. They chose a better Cambria, but were shaming those who did at the same time. "Without the children, Cambria would suffer. Which is why their wellbeing is so important." Because with the lack of men that had been there before... there was a reason why Cambria's numbers were still so low compared to others. One woman could be pregnant only 1 time a year... Men were needed to help impregnate many... and if they had always pushed men away...

Seems like it was their own fault really. But none of that was said. "Do you have children?" She asked conversationally.

She dropped the previous topic, slipping it into her back pocket for later. Norah was watching her with a sort of soft gaze, calculating and trying to see which thread to pick at that might give her something. Whether information or perhaps a bit of an ally. Or as close to one that she could get in a place like this. Because Norah would need anything and everything she could have in the coming times.

So a mother, but not one at the same time. A woman who had spent months creating and possibly loving a child who grew within her womb, only to have to hand him over at the end because he was born a male. Norah didn’t understand it. She couldn’t really, as she had never gotten to full term herself. And maybe it was also a bit of bitterness that was on her tongue, because her situation would have been ideal here. A girl was all she had gotten pregnant with… and it was all she had taken from her.

“No,” her word was breathy and there was a sadness she wished she could erase but couldn’t. Her eyes moving to the path they walked along. “I never carried for long.” She didn’t realize a hand had raised and rested on her lower stomach with the lightest touch. She didn’t offer why she didn’t carry for the full time. “I would like to ask you more… but I am afraid all I will do is offend you and you’ll want to break my arm more than you do now.” Her lips twitched upwards slightly to show she was partially joking, dark eyes cutting to the side to look at her.

The apologize was met with a tight lipped smile, as if accepting the words but knowing that Revna had nothing to really apologize for. It was Lord Carter who had everything to apologize for, for every daughter that hadn’t been… would never be… it was a blessing in a way. Saving them from a fate Norah wasn’t sure of. Would she had killed him on her own if she hadn’t faced off against her mother and he was the casualty?

Glad for the distraction, she smiled. “Perhaps,” the lift of the word suggested it was a tease. Meant to not insult but amuse. But she was then given permission to ask away, as if any question was on the table for her to pluck and sprinkle a dash of it here or there. Seasoning their time together if you would.

“Some of those men are idiots, they say the same thing because they are intimidated by a confident woman. They just don’t know how to handle us,” she was looping the two of them together. For a long time, Norah was not approached by many. Because she was confident and held herself in a way that suggested she might not need anything from anyone. Which she didn’t. “They are afraid we bite.” She smirked, letting her eyes linger on Revna for a touch longer than appropriate before her gaze flicked back to the path ahead.

“The All Mother is your Goddess. Do all the woman of Cambria believe in her? Or only some?” She asked conversationally. Nevermere had a Goddess after all but not all people believed in her…