Calypsa turned her gaze to the meat above the fire. "If you can call it that. I'm afraid I don't know much about cooking." The fact was, Calypsa didn't really care for the taste of the meat after it had been ruined by the fire, and rarely ate it that way. But Nishka might not appreciate raw meat as she did. "We have a lot of food, enough for a few days, but we should not stay here long."<br/><br/>The wind shifted and smoke blew into Calypsa's face for a moment. Fires. A necessary evil. Back home, rampant forest fires were something they all feared and ran from. And now she was creating fire. Feeding it and controlling it. There was a certain power in that. Still the smoke was not a friend to a sensitive nose, and she left her seat in search of cleaner air.<br/><br/>"You can eat if you like and... there is a stream..." Calypsa turned and pointed behind her. "...that way. For... water, and to clean up if you want to." She stood there waiting to see what Nishka would do.