He moved away with the rabbit and she pushed herself upright. Reaching for the sack, she began cleaning the gathered roots using one of the knives the thief had dropped. When she shifted into the hawk again, she eyed the bird suspiciously. Deciding if she tried to flee, she could simply hurl a curse to stop her, she shrugged and resumed shaving the roots clean of skins.<br/><br/>When the knight asked about a flint, she shook her head, "I think I have one somewhere... but I only carry it for appearances. I don't need tools to start a fire. Build it up and I'll get it started for you." her voice was clear now, no longer high pitched or giggly. She was still pale, incredibly tired, but at least she ws lucid.<br/><br/>She kept working with the roots, using the simple busy work to keep her mind occupied.