He shook his head at the woman before turning back to everyone else, some still standing and watching, before gesturing to them a bit more threateningly to leave - no one would argue with that.  He gestured over to the left, letting her walk in front of him for a minute, "Lets head to the northern camp, I hear they caught a hog... maybe we could bum some off of them..." he started, hoping that the idea of a good, solid meal might cheer her up.  Fish got old, he understood that, but fish was better than what he had been raised on.  Much, much better.<br/><br/>The forest grew thick not far from the clearings and paths they had made in their limited time there, but those confident enough in their ability to not get lost could commonly walk straight from one camp to the other, ignoring the trails.  Tommy did this, but he was slower moving than he normally was, holding back branches politely for Valla.  "I guess why this doesn't bother me as much," he started unsolicited, "Is that most of my life I had no clue where my next meal was coming from.  Or I had no clue what would happen beyond my control... the underworld of the Capital shifts more than the ocean..." he laughed at the idiom before pausing, turning and apologizing.  "Your parents were farmers, right?  And you have someone to talk to," he added, pointing to her familiar, "Which is always a reminder you're better with magic than me.  I can't even get that to work..."