Fiona couldn't help but hope that the dwarf woman [i]did[/i] poof. Of course, she felt quite bad about such thoughts, but Shela just rubbed her the wrong way for some reason. She knew some of the others weren't exactly her type, but the dwarf just irritated her, with the lack of any manners, forcing herself upon their company, and in general her callousness. Fiona hoped it was just due to her mood, having been up for so long, and now facing the prospect of being up even longer.

Having this other new girl toss still damp clothes on her head while she was trying to pick up her own didn't help. Grabbing her jacket and pants she fled the bombardment, tossing the jacket onto her saddle and proceeding to untie the cloth around her hips. The pants were dry enough now, so she squeezed back into them, before finding a pair of dry socks in her bags and then tugging on her still soggy boots. She looked up at the others while lacing them, having done it enough times to not need to look.

"We still have a job to do," she reminded the group. "I think we should keep going towards the next village, since we don't know which way to look. We'll keep an eye out, of course, and help if we can, but... Sana's tough, and can look out for herself. The orphans only have us to help them." It felt a bit cold to effectively turn away from those that had disappeared, but it seemed they were forced to choose between continuing with their work, or wasting even more time looking for... they didn't even know what.

"Fine by me," Zoe said, hopping down once the last of the clothes were in a nice little pile below her. "Sounds like a worthwhile job. I'm all for helping kiddos. And yeah, sticking together sounds good. No desire to get poofed here."