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Cyrill's eyes rolled on reflex, but the corners of his mouth tugged the slightest bit upward. Of course Phaylin would be excited like this. He took a moment to appreciate the view as well, although he didn't quite know how to draw energy from just the sight of it, like Phaylin had done. The splash that came after her ridiculously sappy sentiment almost didn't surprise him, but he did think about going over to check if she somehow hurt herself like an idiot. Luckily, her laugh was sign enough that she was unharmed and so he didn't need to bother.

"Sure," he said for the umpteenth time that day, even though he wasn't quite certain if all the physical stress he'd suffered through was worth all this. The bloodroot was a plus, he supposed, but if Phaylin had just wanted to enjoy a view, he could have easily rifled through his books and shown her images of waterfalls. Shrugging, Cyrill left her to play her heart out in the water and moved to settle under the cover of a nearby tree. The rabbit in his pack was calling out to his rumbling stomach, and he knew he wouldn't last any longer.

Cyrill set up a small campfire quickly with runes of his own, using them to set some twigs he collected on fire. It burned low but steadily, just the right heat to slow cook something. Runes were more Phaylin's forte, but he forced himself to learn little tricks that would help his brews. Scrunching his nose in disgust, he worked on plucking the remaining fur from the rabbit before grabbing his small knife and cutting it to pieces. For someone whose profession involved the use of various and increasingly disgusting animal parts, he was awfully squeamish with such things. But once again, that's the beauty of marketplaces, wasn't it?

He had only his vials for cookware, so he had to make do. Cyrill filled one of the vials with water and mixed in some coriander leave to purify them before boiling it. Then he quickly gathered some nearby leaves and added them to the water once he was certain it had been cleansed enough. He added the rabbit pieces last and let it boil for a while. The boiling mess of a stew would probably be the worst one he'd ever have, but hey, at least he wouldn't be hungry. 

With a bit of time to spare before his meal was cooked, Cyrill meandered over to the edge to check on his friend. "How's your beautiful waterfall?" Cyrill asked dryly, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. "Bottled enough energy yet?"