Heather
Marsila Vema
Taemar

When Arin spoke up, Marsila shifted her gaze from the flames and towards her companion. She had to admit, she was glad Emilia had separated from them and chose to continue on her own path. The shifter didn't like the idea of the young doctor putting herself in harm's way, preferring her friend to remain alive. 

"It's not your fault." She reassured with a faint smile before lowering her hand until it rested against her lap. "I haven't spoken much either." Leaning back, Marsila laid herself down against the soft patch of grass before gazing upwards to observe the stars that lit dimly across the night sky. It was beautiful to look at, however she couldn't find it in herself to enjoy the moment as the silence between the two returned. Fortunately it didn't last when Arin spoke whilst she caught sight of what looked similar to a star shooting across their view. Her wish was simple, however she refrained from saying it out loud. 

"How are your hands feeling?" She questioned, wanting to fill the silence between the two. "How long before you think you can properly wield that sword of yours?"
Sarah
Arin Cragton
Taemar

Arin smiled softly. "I think soon. I'm able to move them a bit, and the wounds have scabbed over. As long as I can refrain from messing with them it shouldn't be more than two weeks before I can wield, a month before I can properly fight. For now, I'll have to stick to a bit of trickery to fight." He said, scratching his hands. 

He warmed a bit of rabbit he had killed earlier, cooking it as he thought softly. "Would you want a bite? There is plenty." He said, looking back up at her. He looked over at here and gestured for her to come over. 

"I have a spare blanket in my pack. If you want, it might be nice to get warm." He said, the cold night air blowing. It wasn't too cold, but it was still cold enough that Arin's fingers were growing numb. 

He sighed as he took a bite of the rabbit. To think, mere hours ago it was alive, breathing, eating, mating, enjoying its existence. Now, it was fueling Arin's. 

"I thank you." He said softly.
Heather
Marsila Vema 
Taemar

"I'm glad they're healing well. I was a bit worried they would become infected since Emilia left." She watched as he began heating the rabbit flesh over the flames before sitting herself up to move closer towards Arin. 

Lowering beside him, Marsila's stomach rumbled from hunger as she brought her knees towards her chest and wrapped her arms against her shin. "I'll take you up on both of those offers." She commented while shifting herself back when the heat became a bit too much. Even though she didn't feel the cold as Arin would, the shifter wasn't about to deny something that's been offered to her. 

Her brow rose when he spoke, thanking the meat in front of him which she found peculiar. "Do you do that often? Thanking your food?" She asked with visible confusion in her features.
Sarah
Arin Cragton
Taemar 

Arin grinned. "It's not really that I'm thanking the food. It's that I'm thanking the animal for giving it's life up to me. Most call me stupid for it, that these animals only exist as food, but I still do it." He said, handing her a half of the food before reaching into his bag and handing her the thick blanket that he carried around. It was rough on the outside, but the soft furs on the inside kept it comfortable. 

"I don't expect anyone else to do it. I just don't feel death is meaningless. If we can kill animals senselessly, then what's to say humans are any different." He said, his face drawing a more serious picture. 

"Most thank the people who prepared the food. I just skip a step and thank the animal or plant that provided it, because usually I make my own food." He said, before biting into another piece of meat. The smoke from the fire drifted lazily up into the sky, and Arin walked over and sat beside Marsila. 

"We should probably get some sleep. Tomorrow we'll be leaving Taemar." He said, leaning back onto the soft ground.