Mikil had transformed back to her human form hours ago. Now she sat with her knees pulled to her chest, waving her hand in front of the fire. She was beginning to wish that she had ditched this little quest when she'd had the chance. It was awfully cold, and she felt exposed and vulnerable in this form.<br/><br/>Mikil yawned deeply and stretched her arms out.<br/>"Yeah, you're welcome."<br/>As soon as she had said it, she realized it had come out sounding sarcastic. She was so out of practice with conversing with people who were trying to help her, rather than random nomads looking for an entertaining fight.<br/>"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like it sounded. I'm just tired."