Ann
Dovie kept holding onto the deer's hind legs as he followed, trying to keep the dripping blood away from himself. At most, he'd only want his forearms to get dirty. 

"Out of curiosty, when you don't eat the meat, how much do game like deer sell for? Or smaller ones like rabbits?"
Michelle
*Juna headed down a slope that lead to a brook just at the end of it. As she walked up to it, she crouched down beside it and dipped her dagger in to wash off the blood that collected on it. Hearing Dovie's question, she responded with:*

"Usually I can get up to 15 silver on a good day, rabbits aren't worth as much... Probably no more than one or two silver-"

*She turned to look back at him as she placed both her hands into the brook to clean them off.*

"I guess it's kind of a win win... Jace and I get a meal almost everyday and some silver to add onto it-"
Ann
Dovie uses one hand to lift the deer, holding his breath and struggling just for a bit to pick up a leaf. He boosts his strength once more *(he's done that a lot today)* And dips the deer into the brook. Carefully, he keeps a hold of the deer while washing away blood off himself and the meat. 

"I see..." Dovie thought about that 15 silver. He probably couldn't bargain for that price, maybe 8 silver at most? And even then, having to hunt countless amounts of deer to afford a ship ride back to Salvaina seems distant. 

It was indeed nice that the two of them were able to live day by day, having meat and spare coin. But Dovie also thought about their lifestyle within the woods. "Besides hunting, what else do you do in your spare time?"
Michelle
*Juna drew her hands away from the water, allowing the small droplets to fall back into the brook as she sat there.*

"Well..." *She began self-consciously.* "I usually just go around and... See if there's any job for me to do... Like... Helpful jobs where people need assistance with something that troubles them, like thieves or other criminals..."

*She brought her hands to her shirt, decidedly trying to dry them off that way.*

"Just something to keep me busy, but I don't think heroes' work is really my thing..." *She said, thinking back to when she went on her previous missions with a group of others. The last one had ended up with Jace getting a nasty jab to the snout by the hilt of the spear and the image of it hadn't yet left her mind. At the very least, she managed to help out in that aspect but it wasn't like she did much more than fire a number of arrows.*

"I guess I can't really think of what else I'd want to do... Just seeing what happens as I go." *She explained, turning to look at Dovie.*

"What about you...?" *She questioned.* "Do you do anything in your spare times... Besides cooking-"

*She said the last two words with a half-hearted laugh, a lack of true amusement but she tried at least.*
Ann
Dovie first laughs at Juna's joke, which slowly declines down into a sigh. 

"I *Wish* I could cook in my spare time." The deer had been cleaned off of blood, but Dovie still needed to wash away the blood from his forearms and dagger. He uses one hand to congeal another ball of energy, then pushes it onto the brook's sidewall. A barrier springs over the brook, creating a temporary table for Dovie to gently place the deer meat on. He unsheathes his dagger and begins to carefully rinse it. 

"I think we're quite similar. I also look for any jobs I can do, especially ones that help people. I don't view myself as a hero either, but..." He bring the dagger up from the brook, and admires how the chain and engraving glints under the moon. He forms a bittersweet expression. "I'd like to think that I'm apart of the grand scheme of things."
Michelle
*She follows his gaze to the dagger he held and pondered over his words. A part in the grand scheme of things? Maybe Juna played some kind of small part in it too, though she doubt it brought much meaning to it. A single drop of water in the ocean maybe. A fish swimming in a school of well, more fish. 

She could see how playing that role would be meaningful to someone at least, but was it worth the repetitiveness of shyly sitting in the background while the others do the majority of the work as she kept her distance?*

*Juna squinted her eyes, coming to look up towards the moon as she said sheepishly:*

"I think the grand scheme of things can be a bit too grand sometimes... Is it possible for something to be so grand that it's impossible to see?"