One hand holding her chin, and the other supporting the opposite arm’s elbow, Janiyah nodded at Assassin as he spoke. She looked upwards, pondering the questions that he had. How should they treat the other Servants and Masters? Her thoughts were interrupted when she recalled the last thing that her partner said. “Oh, yeah. Here.” She held out her hand to him, unwrapping the bandages down to her palm.”

Assassin takes the bleeding palm and presses his to the the open wound and only small slithering noise can be heard as he holds his hand to his masters’. He lifts his hand and the wound is absent, without even a scar left behind.”There we go, all better. Now, any other wounds, discomforts, or malignant cysts?”, Assassin looks at Jin with his head cocked to the side.

“Discomforts? ...None that I think you can help with.” She smiled lightly, taking her hand back and flexing it as she stared at her palm. Afterwards, she ran her fingers over the Command Seals on the back of her hand. “At any rate! Strategy, shelter, and food. Those are the things that we really need to get onto right now.” The young Master began to collect leaves and all manner of sticks and wood into a large pile.
“To answer your question,” She began, leaning over to collect a few twigs. “I think we should attempt to avoid conflict until we’re sure that we can defeat someone. If we’re gonna enter an alliance with someone, I think it should be Lancer or Berserker’s Masters. The only issue is figuring out HOW we’re gonna do that.”

“Yes, it would be foolish to just approach the master of berserker and ask for an alliance. Perhaps we should send a message through other means; perhaps I could go by myself and present them with a letter in order to make sure you are not hurt. I can survive a beating and make it out with my life, I am very durable! And if luck would have it, persuasive as well.”

“But on top of that, should we even attempt to ally with her? She could be traitorous and back-stab us when she gets the chance.” Janiyah put her hand on the opposite arm’s shoulder and rubbed. “Can we afford the risk?”

“Whether or not we can afford the risk will be left up to you to decide. We can never trust anyone for long, if our alliance becomes the only one remaining we will be forced to fight.” Schnabel looks at a nearby fallen tree and touches the bark to test for resistance.”Come here master, I need to utilize your sense of touch, does this tree feel wet to you?”

Janiyah nodded, but said nothing. She then walked over to Assassin and felt the bark of the tree with her palm and the back of her hand. “Hmm. It’s moist, but it doesn’t feel like it’s drenched or anything.”

“Then it can be fodder for our fire! We must be careful as to use it quickly and run from it if we are to avoid other servants.” Assassin takes the large trunk and quickly breaks off any long limbs that would make it cumbersome to walk with, lifts it up and holds it under his armpit, and walks towards the pile of leaves and sticks his master had amassed

“Of course.” Janiyah nodded to her assistant and began to tap her chin as she thought about the best method of gathering food. At least a decent amount was going to be needed if they were to stay out in the forest. I honestly doubt hunting and foraging will get us very far. Hmm. If there’s a town nearby, there must be a grocery store of some sort near. But all I have on me are francs.. She hmmed and continued her train of thought.

“I think I can help with that, allow me some time to return and I can collect some sustenance for you. Do I have your permission?”Assassin half bows in front of Janiyah and stays in that position.

“Go right on ahead.” Janiyah gestures outward to the forest.

Assassin rises to his full height in response to the “Go ahead” and looks around the forest for anything that could house any possible prey, he smells the air and immediately leans forward into a light run towards a fallen tree supported by a stronger and healthier tree. Assassin stops before the tree and looks up at the point where the fallen tree is held up by the currently standing one and reaches up to the intersection pulling out 3 eggs from the mass of sticks and leaves. The mother returns to the dark green monster pillaging her unborn children. From the perspective of the bird she must fight or lose her entire brood, so it dives screaming it’s loudest as it rapidly closes the distance between herself and the green behemoth, but that was a mistake that will cost the mother her life. Assassin kills the mother before the animal realized it was dead, pinching its’ head off while she was still airborne. Assassin looks at the collection of potential food in his hand and places it in the satchel connected to the thick black leather belt fastened tight against his waist. He walks around the trees and sniffs out for more potential food, leaving his master to herself.

After watching Assassin run off into the forest in search of food, Janiyah decided that the best thing to do with her time would be to form some sort of decent shelter. Even if it was only made from sticks and leaves. She began to line several large-ish twigs together and laid her hands onto them, her eyes clothing and breath becoming more and more audible. After a few seconds, she withdrew her hands. “Mmm. It’ll work.” She pulled a paracord bracelet from a gap between her bandages and her right thigh and began to undo its tightly woven knots to tie together the twigs she’d (hopefully) reinforced. Her fingers deftly went back and forth, weaving the cord around one stick and then to the next. As Janiyah’s hands went into autopilot, her thoughts drifted every which way.

Right after Janiyah’s impromptu tent is finished Assassin returns to the camp dripping with water, and with a handful of dead animals each, and kneels down next to the pile of wood previously gather for the fire and sets the animals down and the pulls another pile of various animal corpses out of his satchel. “What do you fancy? I have many types of songbird, and some small mammalian creatures, and even some beaver. Do you have a preference to what you want to eat first?” Assassin asks his master whilst beginning to skin the biggest of the family of beavers he has in the pile in front of him.

She tapped her chin. “Hmm. Bird is fine with me.”

“Excellent choice, young master!” Assassin says while picking up three birds with differing colors of feathers, before plucking them in mass and preparing the birds to be cooked upon open fire. Assassin, places the plucked birds in a line before looking for sticks to place them on. After making a small teepee of stick with the that being filled with dry leaves and above that tent even more, slightly thicker sticks, assassin kneels before his creation and whispers “Brennen”, and with wave of his hand the whole thing bursts in flames burning brilliantly. Assassin begins packing thicker logs on top of the burning pile and watches as the fire starts growing. Assassin then places the impaled birds in the fire and begins to cook the soon to be food for his master.

The young Master sits on the ground, playing about with the bandages on her left hand as she stares into the flames that Assassin had brought forth. “So you said previously that you were confused as to why you became an Assassin class, yes? I’m quite confused myself, what with your past occupation was.” She looked towards her Servant, planting both of her hands firmly on the ground behind her and pushing her legs out to get into a semi-lounging position.

“Ah yes, have you already guessed which Heroic Spirit I am? If that is true then I fear that the other masters may have guessed it too.”