Cyrus watches the amazon, absently tearing off a piece of bread, eating it as he does so.  Pausing as she takes the drink, her lips still about the tip of the waterskin.  She might notice a faint stirring in his pants, just before she looks away.  He looks back to his blade, pondering the possibilities.<br/><br/>As the cleric pulls out a map, he retrieves the huge sword, setting it over his shoulder and moving to join the others, peering at it over the other's shoulders.  Then, glancing to the thief after her remark.  "Are you always this positive?  Or is it just waking up?"