Caedrin silently stared at Brinn for a moment, the knife resting in one hand and an uncut root sitting in the other. Before long, he jerked that arm upward, sending the root through the air to land gently in front of her. "Shall I just let you make the meal on your own, then, seeing as there are clearly no skills for me to employ in the process? You'll light the fire, cut the rabbit, and prepare the roots, so I can't see how I'll be of much use here," he said, his tone clearly frustrated. "I can't help you if you insist on doing everything on your own, dammit," he added in a whisper.