Neris was a little slow getting back, partially because she didn't want to see Carmine ever again, but also because of the cold. Plus the wildlife was just so interesting to listen to. She continued walking along, not really wanting to go back, but the cold finally forced her back to the hut. Strangely, Carmine's silhouette wasn't there. She didn't mind. More for her. Neris pushed open the door, wondering how the wood was warmer than her hands, and walked in to a surprisingly warm room.<br/><br/>"Issi, you've got quite the number of needles in your hair," Ocieros commented as she came in, "And what's with that smile?"<br/><br/>She didn't realize she was smiling until Ocieros said that. It straightened out just as fast. "N'un," she replied quickly, jamming her hands into the pockets, knowing full well Ocieros wouldn't approve of her giving Carmine more than her fair share of discomfort. She never figured out why he had issues with doing an equal wrong to those who wronged him. An eye for an eye. Fitting, at least in this world she grew up in.<br/><br/>Ocieros started brushing the needles out of her mess of a hair. "Issi, I promise I won't get mad, just what are you thinking?"<br/><br/>"Promise?" She asked.<br/><br/>"Promise."<br/><br/>The smile returned as she pulled out the leaves from the pocket. Still looked like parsley. "Cramps and such, you know," she kept down a laugh. "It's not as good as hunger cramps, but whatever works," she noted as she put them back in the pocket. She couldn't tell what Ocieros' reaction was. "So what happened to the book?" She asked, hoping for a good answer.