She rarely spent much time speaking with people, but she always took the opportunity to give to those who wore ragged robes. She always gave them a septim or two. In her home, those who could not hunt well were given what was needed until they became a burden. These people were not a burden to a place where people were not nomads. She didn't understand how they could be left in such a state.

And if a raggety man wanted a drink, who was she to deny him? It was light feet and quick hands. She was quick to offer help to those less fortunate. But not because of guilt. To her it was simple. Society was failing them. SHe would not. And so, those who could not afford much...
They called her Vasilisa the Gentle.