Overture Downs oh, i think you're standing on my left foot

there were two primary reasons iris had extended her offer. one: she needed a place to live, and two: she simply did not fear what could possibly await her. shelter was shelter, food was food, and work was work — so long as her hands were busy, little else mattered.
and, on top of that, men were men.
she hesitates for a beat, startled by the sudden shift in akavir's tone from seemingly pleading for help to rejecting the notion outright. her brows lift. why not?
i know a thing or two, and this was indeed true in some respect; she could tell a handful of plants from one another, and she understood the basics of caring for those who were sick, young, or injured, skills that came from a lifetime of being delegated to such tasks. and i can hunt. i can... provide, i guess i should say.
the dazzling light of her gaze indicates that these provisions could be whatever he wanted them to be.