Drina frowned slightly at the idea of having someone else do the groceries- he'd had enough people getting it wrong for him to realize it was best to go himself- but fixed his face quickly enough so as not to worry Azga. "Don't push yourself," sweetly adviced the golden haired man before disappearing, leaving Drina to sigh, sweating more now than he had been in his heated carriage. Of course he was going to visit Azga tonight, there was no doubt about it. Not when Azga was [i]expecting[/i] him. Taking hold of the bowl the troupe leader'd left behind, Drina made his way back around the carriage as a normal person (or, rather, a witch without Azga's talents) would, resting it along with a few others that people had left behind unfinished. Typically, the plebs of the caravan, the ones in charge of menial labour would wash the dishes, but Drina decided that a bit of washing and soaking his hands in cold water weren't really something he totally minded at the moment.

Sighing, the long haired blonde bit at his lips before wandering around the gathered crew, smiling cheerfully at those that wanted seconds and chatting up here and there if a topic he wanted to join popped up. Somehow or the other, Drina found himself accidentally elbowing someone behind him, that someone being one of Takumi. And, glancing at her robe, Drina figured she was the original. Wait, pink meant original, right? "Sorry, my bad," grinned Drina, pushing at his blonde bangs, hesitating at whether or not to pat the geisha apologetically, what with her clean appearance and his rather sweaty bandages. His eyes faded past her, to the [s]broads[/s] guests Azga had tended to earlier, and Drina greeted them all with a charming smile he learned from Azga himself.

Turning back to the pink Takumi, Drina chirped, "As expected of you, serving everyone." His eyes wandered blankly through the crowd of people coming and going, as he continued to cheerfully add, "Ah, are one of you eating? Perhaps you need a break?"