Kalista wasn't in the exact same spot. Close enough though, since she'd returned to sitting under the tree and waiting. There had been time to unpack everything and consider what she was left with and pack it better again. Without a place to dry herbs and get more bottles and some other supplies it would be difficult to save anything new, so there was even little point looking around. Sad day to wish someone had a fever or half chopped off their own leg cutting wood. It was also sad it had taken so little time to organize what was left. Honestly she'd got up to look for firewood in an attempt to be more useful, but her feet hurt and she was tired of walking. So she'd given up and settled down again. Why not rest? All she felt was.. uneasy. It was not unmanageable. She was still and quiet now, almost invisible wearing her patched brown cloak.<br/><br/>She'd expected Mitch to bring some type of pies or baked goods that were made to be portable. Instead he came hauling three kettles. Well... those were useful but was he crazy? She grinned and shook her head. At least they weren't too far from the inn so he could return them later.<br/><br/>So. Be nice Kalista. Remember what talking to people is like. You used to talk to your grandfather all the time before he died. She called softly, "Welcome back Mitch. That was fast." She cut herself off before she mentioned the scent. How far away was a human supposed to smell something? Too many missing details, she'd have to watch.  She tried to think of something else to say that wasn't an offer to help, which she was sure would annoy him. Strong young males must never be helped. Unless they had a cold or something.  The thought made her smile, though she couldn't come up with more to say to him at the moment.