gpt
Hina:  Bright red flames crackled up within the stone-enclosed hearth. In a sense, seeing light and heat in that closed-off world of ice and snow was practically moving. On top of the fire was a pot filled with scooped-up snow. After slowly melting, the clumps had transformed into shockingly pure water. Hina was hard at work shredding flower petals and pouring them in. The water boiled, and as it changed to a vibrant shade of orange, she scooped the petals back up before they could go tart. Then she replaced them with some diced-up dried fruit.
human
Narrator:  Beside her, a gray wolf beastman was setting out bowls. As the preparation of the tea steadily advanced, Lute, Kaito, and Elisabeth sat down in a circle. They were currently resting, having made their way to one of the portable dwellings of the beastfolk’s campsite. The inside of the ceiling above their heads was supported by an umbrellalike frame. Comprised of wood and beastfolk hides, the hut had been prepared in advance so that it could be set up by anyone. After the planks that made up its round floor had been laid out, they’d been covered twice over with rugs woven from various types of fur.