It didn’t matter too much to the archer if Telaris approved or didn’t of the accommodations. In Devon’s mind, he was being pretty generous with his outreach of kindness and so far he wasn’t feeling any sort of appreciation or even respect from the other. Devon watched as he moved and got himself some water and then got comfortable. Devon rmeoved his pack and listened to Telaris continue to talk as if he was in command, as it Devon were some sort of incompetent charge and Devon was not feeling reassured at all with his decision to find an alley so thoughtlessly. Perhaps if he had chosen more carefully or observed more people who were lurking around then he wouldn’t feel so disjointed.

Telaris continued to speak and finally concluded by telling Devon to wake him up in the morning and to also not sleep too heavily, two points Devon didn’t need to be reminded of. Nor did he feel as though Telaris was his responsibility to wake up nor protect. Devon had wanted to approach the situation with a level but fair head but so far, he wasn’t feeling like the other shared the same sentiments. He took a seat, easing himself down onto the cushiony forest floor. He leaned back and went over the supplies in his own pack, feeling no need to say anything for the time being. He looked up and knew the other would want to rest and frankly, Devon knew he wouldn’t be able to get any shut eye with his mind whirling.

He pulled out a small leather pouch of water and took a drink before he set it aside. He would be able to refill it before they departed though he was already considering cutting the alliance already. He wasn’t confident the vibe he was getting from the other and as he pulled out a handful of dried fruit, he decided to go take a walk around the area. He needed to let his mind wander if he would have any chance of getting some treasured shuteye. Devon got up and grabbed his bow and arrows before he quickly and quietly excused himself from the slice of paradise and began to circle around the area, wanting to assure himself that they were safe, at least from outside uncertainty.

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Mela was on the same serious quest but she didn’t see why people had to be so narrow minded. In her own experience, she saw little merit for being so serious. It often made situations worse if people weren’t willing to think out of the box or relax even just a little. “Oh sorry.” Mela gave her a slight soured expression. She decided the girl with the fire was the sort who didn’t enjoy teaming up. Mela flicked the braid back behind her and decided to try again with someone else. Even she knew the direness of the Princess’ situation and was determined to help but she knew help wouldn’t come in the form of a lone soldier or knight in shining armor. “You really don’t want any help? There’s better chances together than apart.” She pointed out, dropping her smile.

The other seemed more interested in herself and Mela let out a sigh as she shook her head. Her mood was already dampening with just the passing moments she was wasting standing around. Then she finally spoke up and that was more than enough to discourage Mela from trying to make a connection. “You treat people poorly and that’s how your life will pan out. Don’t talk to me like a child because I am not a child, regardless of perception.” She said with a huff and used her magic to create a large but airy tornado of wind which she used to carry her off to a different part of the woods. She knew where she was not welcomed and she was smart enough to move along.

Depositing herself on the ground, she tried to gather her spirits and that was when she saw someone coming toward her. Mela sensed no malice nor ill intent but that didn’t stop her from getting ready to attack if needed. The figure kept nearing and she saw it was a man, an archer who happened to be an herbalist. “Interesting.” Mela commented.

“What?” Devon was a bit surprised by the woman’s sudden comment. He had been so distracted that he hadn’t sensed her and he was already having second thoughts about Telaris. 

“My name is Mela, sorry. I was just thinking how interesting it is for a medic to be skilled in combat, though it is long ranged...I understand that.” Mela shrugged.

“Hello…” Devon was more wary to accept new persons but he had a feeling she might be useful to the cause. He knew the choice could be another poor one but right now he wanted to be on good terms with allies and not stuck in a limbo of misunderstandings. “My name is Devon. Are you a witch?”

“I certainly am, you’re hoping to help the Princess?”

He nodded.

“You could use my help and I could use yours. I have someone else with me, his name is Telaris and I think an addition would be alright if we all got to know one another.” Devon said. He was taking somewhat of a risk but he didn’t care too much because he felt like he needed to be more involved in things, rather than sit on the sidelines and let someone boss him around. He liked to observe but he didn’t like to be a puppet. He motioned her to follow him. “So did you run into anyone else?” He asked as they walked back to the grotto. He knew it might be useful to see if she had anyone with her or anyone she could consider a risk or possible rival in the crucial struggle.

“I did come across another witch I think, we didn’t exchange too many words but she was using fire.” Mela commented as he pulled back the brush and let her in. “I was hoping to have her as a possible comrade but I don’t think she was interested…” She trailed off and saw someone sleeping. She cringed and looked to Devon, feeling a bit apologetic. “Sorry…”