Vaeri followed the directions of Shela, her fingers moving quickly to collect the fluid and cork the vial before any could crystallize. Satisfied, she slid the filled vial back into the unknowable void of her backpack. Yawning, she stretched and left the building, returning to the wagon so the group's supplies wouldn't be untended. Nearby was Kazuo, slumped over asleep on top of a miffed looking Trombe. The horse had an air of resignation about it, as if this were a commonly occurring type of thing.