Aya pops out of her tent, grateful to see that the drizzling rain from earlier had dispersed. Just the other day she'd lost her umbrella to unknown forces... Unknown forces being the wind which had blown it from her grip. She'd have to buy a new one soon, or at least a raincoat. The Rabins could hardly afford their healer not being able to go out and about because of a little water. Already the weather had stopped her from pursuing the herb-collecting she'd been planning to do by the river for too long. She sets off out the camp, too distracted by her mission to ask if anyone wanted to come along.