<span style="color: #0040FF">"Oh, that's easy," Delancey claimed then dropped his head at his stupidity. She was probably used to eating things raw without having to cook anything at all. He strode towards her and the dead deer, and along the way he gathered pieces of kindling and fallen branches. Piling them into a cone shape, he withdrew flint and tinder and lit a frail fire. Delancey then showed Seiria how to cut the buck into edible chunks and laid them over the growing flames. "Now, just flip the meat ever quarter chime until it is mostly brown when you cut into it. You got that?" he told her, phrasing the question gently in a way to make up for his rudeness. Looking at Reed and the Servial, he realized that he never got his name. Walking over to the two, he asked him, "I feel as though I'm at a disadvantage. You know all of our names, but not all of us know yours."</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Reed could hear the cutting of cloth, but it was not from her tunic. The man was taking fabric from his own pants to make her some bandages. This both joyed her and angered her. It was nice to have someone who cared about her, but... What if he turned out like mama and papa had? Lying in a sea of blood... The feeling of constriction against her torso made her gasp and ball her fists until her nails brought forth blood. It hurt, but at least it was a distraction. When he was finished, she licked her dirty palms. The blood tasted horrible, like rust and salt, but it would help to clean the shallow wounds. She wasn't even paying attention to what the other man -Delancey she believed- said to the Servial.</span>