Arete sipped the last dregs of tea, then packed up the various bundles into her satchel, carefully. She pointedly left the medicine bundle on the table, walking towards the end of the hall. She silently leaned on her walking stick, then looked back. Her eyes filled with pain. "I'm not worth the effort to take care of, Satoshi," she whispered softly, then silently stepped away from his place and began walking towards the Water Tribe's lands. It wasn't like she had any friends to visit anyways. Honestly, she'd begun to wonder why her tribe even bothered to take care of her. Shivering slightly, she continued to limp towards Water tribe, her satchel feeling heavy and tiresome. Yawning again, she looked back and smiled softly. At least, Satoshi was nice to her. Even if she didn't always take it well. She thought about making a cup of tea at home, then shrugged and continued towards Water Tribe and Yoshito.<br/><br/>A few days later, Arete had finished the long walk to the ocean. She set her bag on the shore, then dove in and began swimming down, ignoring the pain filling her arms and shoulders. It took her a while to find the bundle, wrapped in seaweed. It was, luckily, still dry on the inside, she noted, upon reaching the shores. Arete carefully wrapped it in cloth and set it in her satchel then waited patiently on the banks for Yoshito, her head spinning. She gave a slightly defeated sigh.