Kalista cast him a doubtful look, "It has a few healing supplies and a couple leaves, it's not exactly heavy." It was the only thing she had left because she'd left it in the blueberry patch when Jordan came with the cut in his arm. Mitch seemed pretty harmless, but she couldn't bring herself to let it go. Anyway, it was sadly light. Panic began to fill her again and she tried to take deep breaths. She would figure it out. Lots of things she could gather before winter. If she had to, she could probably even survive a winter outside. Just... farther away.<br/><br/>Her nose wrinkled, "I can't stand bacon, it's so salty." Fresh meat. Only way to eat it. She knew the rule though so reluctantly she added, "I never knew my mother, I grew up with my grandfather. He was a very powerful healer." She sighed softly, knowing very powerful was never going to describe her. She knew it took much energy and dedication, but still to have the option... she would always envy that.<br/><br/>She watched a pair of people come out of the inn and then walk away. "No? Maybe it's newly built then. I've never been here before." She also didn't really intend to stay or return. Maybe she'd stop running if she hit an ocean. Or a really awful mountain range. Not that the pained hobbling she was confined to now could be called running.