The smile she gives in return is small, and a little watery, due to still being a little bit on edge from the birds and memories of the people they imitate so well. "That I can, and will do."

She can also help gather firewood. Adequate logs for a proper fire are scarce, she noticed that on the day she arrived, but there are a number of smaller ones, easily collected and gathered into an armful to set down near where Roland is concentrating his efforts.

"It would seem so." She doesn't sound entirely sure, mostly on account of not having thought of that before, how someone would deliberately set such a horrible trap. The Arena keeps taking her by surprise. "Did you hear them too? Voices that should not ...." Arwen stops and shakes her head. "Forgive me. I ask entirely too many questions when I should be listening."