Having lingered for a few moments around the edges of the camp, fingers skimming over lavender berries in thick, beryl bushes with dark edged thorns, Levani heard the question called out to her in request of a mortar and pestle, briefly shouldering aside her attempts to clear her head. “There should be something like that in there,” she muttered her response, clearly distracted by her task, which involved slipping slim arms through the parting of the jagged branches and loosing the ripe, burgundy orbs from their clutches. The brief thought of Kallo, with his clearly larger frame, attempting to enter her smaller abode brought a smile to entertain her lips, and she even glanced over quickly through the trees and shrubs to see if she could catch sight of it. There were many floral bodies to stand between them, despite the smaller distance, and she was at a loss. If he did enter, and succeed in doing so, there would have been a wide, heavy mortar and pestle, composed mostly of stone, threaded craftily with onyx, on a small, splintered countertop, denoting weathered age.<br/><br/>For the next several hours, Levani returned to the camp on occasion, keeping mostly to herself in saying very little, and she would unload what resources she had found. She’d diligently separated them by such that Kallo would be allowed to use and some which were for her - to cook with, or to keep. Predominantly, she’d given him most of the bruised berries that she had searched for initially, those with a sedative effect. If they could not be used by him, for whatever reason, they were perfect for trading to the Ineasi for supplies. There were other little things she also returned with, such as clutches of emerald leaved herbs and odd ends like vibrant, shed feathers which she unabashedly left to her pile. When she returned for the final time, her staff was leaning across her shoulders and strung to it were two rabbits, the trauma to their skulls clearly indicative of a good bashing, and the folds of her shirt was filled with edible roots and berries, most of which she intended to devour tonight to make up for lost strength. Rest was lovely, but she heavily required sustenance, and she didn’t think Kallo would be any different, having seen the way he ate.<br/><br/>Releasing her vegetarian catch onto the ground, gentle with the more delicate berries, Levani stood and swiped off the flecks of dirt and otherwise from her shirt, ignoring the plethora of nicks she’d managed to earn herself all over her arms, patchworks of thorn scratches. Immediately, she went to work on gutting the fat rabbits, inwardly wondering if it was worth trying to treat the hides and adding them to the things available to trade with the Ineasi. It was a cheap thing, but it was something nonetheless.<br/><br/>Kallo broke her concentration with propositions of thoughts, muscles tightening at the prospect of a subject she was not yet ready to dive back into. He relieved her when he offered a practical problem instead, to which Levani nodded understandably. It had been on her mind, to find him something worthy to wield, something to perpetuate his fighting grace. Ignoring the shortest distance to supplies, it had been why she had chosen to go to the Ineasi, for they had attained skills that far surpassed many of the other tribes. It was to the luck of the others that it was not borne from the need or desire to war, to conquer, but to keep their people safe from the encroaching black. They had long learned the techniques of outsiders, had made it their own, and the weapons conceived from the breath of determination were violently fierce. They would, if anyone, be able to give Kallo a worthy piece to wield. She was sure of it.<br/><br/>“They are one of the sole forgers of Asdenni. They dig into the heart of the cliffs and pull great, dark metals from the earth. I am even sure that they have been at odds with Kimough and we have done them a great favor,” Levani admitted, quickly tossing aside the refuse she’d extracted and working on pulling the muscle from skin. It was a short process, done as expertly as it had been performed many times before. She cut off the unnecessary parts and seemed pleased with the work. She searched for branches and twine, and got to preparing them to be spitroasted, stuffing the inner folds of skin with some of the aromatic herbs she’d found. “I do not know if they could make a weapon as grand or as large as the one you’d had before, but… we will have to see. I am sure they would not mind you taking over, showing them some of what you know. I am sure they would do fine with your armor,” she noted, glancing over at the mentioned pieces and being surprised that it had not visibly cracked from his encounter with the cliff. That guided her golden gaze upwards, to the man in question, burnishing with a sense of admiration, with inquisition.<br/><br/>“Would you make a weapon similar to yours from before, or… would that be unkind to attempt to ‘replace’ it?” She asked honestly, slowly feeling as though she was getting a handle on the typical way his people felt about certain things. Or she was only deluding herself, but it was worth a try. Leaving her spits, which waited patiently to be roasted while he dried the water roots, Levani shuffled through the things in their pack and removed the skins and pelts that they’d been sleeping on. Bundled into her arms, she maneuvered herself into the hovel and laid them out. It would be close quarters, Kallo’s long body given a majority of the space, but it was safer. The predators here were wild and unforgiving. It would be best to sleep beneath the hillock - a quick glare spoke of it should it be met with any odd glances. “What are you hoping to make with all…this.” She gestured to the collection of things she’d brought, seating herself by the fire, wrapping her arms around her knees and peering over them. “How does it even work, exactly? Is it like magic? Are you changing what I gave you or are you just enhancing them?” She seemed frustrated in her desires to question it, but entirely intrigued in her expression.