Kelvin
Aida ripped her way through the weak underlings of the vampire chapel. Their remains disintegrating into fine ash as age rushed over the corpse the undead spirit within had maintained for decades or longer.

The werewolf's rage skulked through the cavern searching through scent and hunter's sight for any remaining survivors. Many minutes passed and her rage gave way to the peaceful silence of the darkened place. She found herself slowly shifting back to her naked human form as the need for brutal beastly force gave way to the mundane.

Aida recollected herself in the chill damp, she found her hands and face smothered in ill, dead blood. It had a bitter smell and an unsavory taste as it lingered on her mannish tongue. Spitting it out and wiping off what she could on the fabrics left behind by the ash piles.

Aida began to collect handfuls of the ash and bundled it into a makeshift pouch from the left over rags of the vampire robes. Likewise she bundled up a wicker basket full of blisterwort, whitecap, and fly amanita. The skinwalker wasn't exactly sure what other mushrooms Khaira had mentioned, but there were plenty of whitecaps; that, she had indeed remembered.

She set the collection aside to rummage the back room of the cave, she unlocked a chest with the master vampire's key; and in it she found naught but gold and useless nord weapons. A draught of blue potion, which she collected off the shelf was set in the basket with coins, and mushrooms.

Last the werewoman swathed her naked, bloodstained self in the torn ragged robe of the master vampire. Just to cover her indecency before she trudged her way back to her new family's camp. A basket of mushrooms, and a large purse of ash clutched to her stomach in both arms.

Near midday she would have returned to the camp with her loot and to see if the others were as successful.

Iltyd, and Branys would arrive shortly after, with Aodh, all three carrying bundles of flowers, chitin, mushrooms and even a few small fish.
Amy
Khaira arrived, serendipitously just after the others, in enough time to catch a gander of the rag draped, blood encrusted Aida lugging the basket and pouch of goodies. The sight of the woman was jarring, her sweat and the filth of her slaughter glistening in the midday sunlight.

Khaira pranced up to Aida with a thrilled excitement and quickly moved to take the basket of loot from the Skinwalker. Her eyes first examined Aida with concern. But quickly recognized the blood was not hers, she appeared well and truly healthy.

"Well now, you need a wash... You did ok? Need a healing hun?" The witch inquired more impressed and appreciative, than worried, or doubting.

The witch's attention turned swiftly to the items in the basket. Far far more Fly Amanita than was ever needed. But it was a rather useful mushroom. There was still plenty of white cap, and vampire dust to mix both potent cure disease, and restore magicka potions.

Just as the witch had made the assumption she was confronted by a mud covered scamp holding a spadetail and a bouquet of mountain flowers. Illtyd and Branys cackled as the scamp seemed to offer them in it's garrish, but adorable way. They too had a boon of flowers, chitin, and mushrooms.

Khaira directed the new family back to the fireside before collecting all the loot, and arranging it beside the tent.

"This'll do well mates. We've got plenty for a fight with old witches, so it is!" She was excited and quickly began to prepare the ingredients to be crushed, mixxed, and potioned. Her mortar and pestle was bought out from her pouch to start on the wheat and blue flowers.
Kelvin
Branys and Illtyd had laid down the four plates of mudcrab chitin next to Khaira's arrangement of wheat, elve's-ear, white cap, and flowers. They each offered a hawk feather from their armor as well.

Aida also set down her pouch, the accumulation of five vampire's worth of ash. Along with her few whitecaps, and abundance of fly amanita from the basket there was plenty to mix for health, magicka, and cure disease for the group. Especially considering Aida herself did not need anything.

"Aye, I'm fine. Just need a wash." She replied adamantly to Khaira. The skinwalker once again shed the rags that covered her bloody form before collecting her own armor and settling beside the cauldron of melted snow water. She took clean cloth and wet it before scrubbing to wash away the dried blood on her hands. Her face was next, and while she was at it the rest of her. She cared not for the gaze of her family, there was little practicality for embarrassment between the lot, but she wasnt flaunting herself, there was still modesty in cloth wraps where it counted.

As Khaira began to crush and mix the puree of strange concoctions Aida occasionally peered over to see the intensive, careful work.

Illtyd, and Branys being foragers as they were, were more than capable of prepping their ingredients, cutting away stems and leaves, and carving away crab meat from the chitinous plates.

Once Aida was washed she pattered over in her brisk skivvies to see how it was Khaira was managing the alchemy.

"Can I help?" She inquired somewhat meekly. Her skill in alchemy was also functional, but she wasn't sure what Khaira was doing exactly. Her voice was curious, hopeful, and in a way vulnerable. Like a puppy cautiously seeking approval, or attention. Which very much she was for Khaira; for this moment her little wolf pup.