Neris jolted a little when she heard Ocieros speak, as if she were startled in the middle of a sentence. She wasn't, of course, but countless readings and observations told her that if she hadn't, Ocieros would know something's up, and she'd rather keep more eyes away from her than on her. She wordlessly put a red-orange maple leaf between the pages she was skimming and closed the book gently. "Sure, just don't mind the welts and bruises tomorrow," she teased as she reached for the short sword and took it down. "Just uh... outhouse first," she said, rubbing the back of one hand over her mouth, using the other hand to pass over the short sword to Ocieros.<br/><br/>Everyone hated using the communal outhouse. The stench was horrid, and flies just flew around and bred faster than they died. It was better than nothing... although Neris had, on occasion, thought about doing her business out in the woods. It didn't seem very popular with the rest of the village, though. One can only wonder why... In any case, it was still light out and Neris wasn't particularly looking forward to a few eyes around this time, so to the outhouse she went, plugging her nose with one hand and doing whatever she needed to do with the other.<br/><br/>One thing that had Ocieros particularly worried was her development, now that she thought about it. Apparently Carmine bled early into 14, and here she was, about to go onto 15 still with no sign of its appearance. Neris didn't mind too much though, seeing Carmine run around frantically scrubbing the house clean while simultaneously more annoyed than usual (if that was even possible) was more than enough for her. What caused those changes anyways? Neris shrugged and got everything back into place before running back to Ocieros. "So what'll it be today?" she asked, pushing some enthusiasm through.