Zandra grumbled under her breath cursing him, she was still mad at him but she didn't hate him, the stew was part of the training. Sighing she grabbed the dagger and pulled it out of the tree. She climbed down and then jumped when she reached the last low branch. She walked out toward the shack, looking at Scott under her hood, her new armor now fulling exposed. She was quite proud of herself, the armor was light enough that she could be fast but strong enough it could easily protect her. "You could have wrote that in your note you know." She said, her jaw clenching slightly.