<span style="font-style: italic">Taking suit, Na'vee bent to the ground and did as he did but with her own dagger that was latched inside her boot.  After the skin was removed, she handed it over to him.</span>"You're taking great care to not rip the fur, so I only assume you're going to use it.  I have no use for animal's fur anymore."<span style="font-style: italic">It was true as water falls from the sky; she never got cold, only felt the feeling of the wind if it hit her, and she always had her water hide that her mother made her long ago.  If she needed to make new boots, then she would keep her acclaimed fur, other than that, she always kept it and sold it at the markets she passed or to a trader.<br/><br/>With swift movement, Na'vee stood and walked over to the tree Holet sat upon and broke off a branch to place her burrabbit on for roasting.  The entire night's exhume caught up with her and her stomach twisted and turned on itself in demand. </span>"Rilascio del fuoco."<span style="font-style: italic">The whispered words lit up the center of her now upturned palm; the fire danced a fierce blue and yellow as she raised it over the meat and listened to the crackling fat.  After she thought it done, she drew her hand away and taking her fire from the burrabbit with it.</span>"Thank you for your nourishment, little burrabbit."<span style="font-style: italic">She said softly before looking over at the man.  Na'vee looked at him - almost as if she were asking him a question - and waited for him to finish so she could give him a quick hand.</span>