<strong>Location:</strong>Middle of Marukan<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Sanger, Chorgath, Others Interested<br/><br/>The youth considers Sanger's offer.  He shifts, looking past him to the camp, then skeptically back to the circuit rider.  "I'm really not in a position where I should be speaking to someone who's Chosen," he says, obviously hedging.  "My unit knows I'm here.  Let me fire a flare.  That'll let my leftenant know I found someone, but you aren't hostile.  She'll have more questions for you.  We thought you might be Seventh Legion..."<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>"I'll be fine by tomorrow," Iori affirms with a languid smile, resting her chin on the stone siding of the pool, careful not to touch anything flammable with her superheated body.  "I already feel -amazing-.  Like everything missing just flowing away..."<br/><br/>She trails off for a moment, blissful, before she fixes her gaze on Chorgath.  "Thank you.  We might have been able to do this with a bonfire, but this is just... I can't describe how much better it's working."