Transcript from chat:<br/><br/><br/>Brinn was stunned by his tone. Her hand darted out, snatching the root from the air, and she simply watched him. She couldnt understand what she'd done. All she could feel certain of was that she had caused this. It was something she'd done. Quietly, she stepped forward, lowering herself onto a rock and faced him. After another moment, she sighed before speaking in a quiet tone, "I owe you my thanks, Caedrin... and never properly gave it. Without your aid, i would surely have perished. My actions thus far have been brash and my mannerisms poor. For that, you have my apologies, though I am sure they are worth as little as my thanks."<br/><br/>"It's not thanks I'm after, Brinn," he started, sighing and placing a hand on his temples. "I am concerned for your wellbeing, after the incredible amount of stress you put yourself through in the last 24 hours. I can't stand people going through pain when they're standing right in front of me, but you just keep pushing yourself further and further. Sooner or later, it's going to snap."<br/>She sighed, nodding as understanding dawned. Without moving, she watched him, "You... are not like other knights i have met... you know that? Others have never showed the genuine concern you display. I am used to life this way. I do what I can... ALL I can... because if I don't, it wont get done. I look out for myself because no one else will. I am sorry if I was overbearing. I did not mean to be. My wellbeing has never been a concern to others."<br/><br/>Having set the knife down a moment ago to rest his chin in his palm, Caedrin responded with a half-hearted chuckle. "Well, get used to it, that's just the way I am. I care about the people of my land, from the lowliest beggar to the highest of royalty. There's not a soul on this earth that is undeserving of compassion."<br/><br/>She nodded, sighing once more. Drawing her own knife, she gestured back toward the unskinned hare. "If you'll help me with the hare, I'll finish the roots. I'm afraid I don't think I could haul the water for the stew..." She smiled, trying her best to make peace.<br/>"If you insist," he said with a smirk, picking up the knife again and making his way over to the hare. It didn't take long to finish; even in that short time, Brinn had managed to cut off a large amount of its skin, and he was finished with the rest in a matter of minutes. "Well, got anything in particular in mind for carrying the water? The river<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>right there, but in my experience, liquid doesn't tend to stay in one place for very long without a vessel."<br/><br/>She chuckled, working to peel and dice the roots nicely, dropping them into the pot beside her. "There's a pack stuffed into the front of the cart. Inside it, you'll find the tanned stomach of a cave bear. It will feel like odd leather to you. It forms a perfect, waterproof, carrying pouch."<br/><br/>He stopped moving for a moment to look at her. "...A cave bear? When, and how, did you kill a cave bear? ..more importantly, do I want to know?" he asked hesitantly. "And where should I be depositing this water for the stew?" he added after a moment, as he walked over to the front of the cart to look for the pack.<br/><br/>She laughed, "That's an interesting story I will tell you over dinner. First, get several large rocks and put them in the fire. When they are hot, we can use them to drop into the waterskin, and boil the water that way, then we can make the stew."<br/><br/>"As long as the rocks come out before we eat, sounds like a plan," he joked, soon after finding the pack and, subsequently, the carrying pouch. "Gotta admit it's a little awkward though, cooking in a bear's stomach." He stepped over to the stream and filled the pouch about 3/4ths of the way, leaving enough room for the rocks to hopefully avoid it spilling over. "Mind getting the fire going while I grab a few rocks?" he asked, scanning the side of the river for suitable ones.<br/><br/>She chuckled, nodding as she worked ont he last few roots. "Make sure and rinse off the rocks so they dno't have moss or anything..." tossing a root into the pot, she looked up to watch him go, "I never have trouble with a fire."