She finally felt more like herself, if exhausted, and sat up, watching him struggle with the hare. She smiled to herself, struck by the sight. It was adorable. On any other day, she would not have allowed herself to think so fondly of him, but she forgot about that in this moment. She watched him for another moment, then took pity on him.<br/><br/>pushing herself to the edge of the cart, she slid down to the ground and moved to his side, "here.. let me do that. You can start chopping the roots and stuff..."<br/><br/>She pulled a knife from the hidden sheath at the back of her belt and reached to the hare, deftly sliding it from under his hands. Her head was thick and muddy, but she was steady on her feet, leaning against the back of the cart. With practiced, precise movements, she began slicing through the membrane that bound the skin to the animal's muscles, leaving the meat in tact.