Damien was more than pleased that the Demon Prince of all people had thanked him for his gift. He scarpered once he got to camp to find a tent in a choice spot and lay down on a bed and fell asleep.

Azurael had been tidying up the tent somewhat when T'vor knocked on the post. "I . . . yes, Sir" Azurael said, a slight pause in her words. She pondered over what T'vor's reaction would be when she told him her secret. The most he could do would be to tear her a new one, or at least that is what Azurael hoped. She gestured for the General to enter. "Sir, before you formally offer me a job as was asked on board the [i]Exodus[/i] I need to tell you something. Before I am put in a situation which would probably be inevitable I need togive you some information.: Azurael was aware at this point that she was starting to ramble. "I can't fly." Pause. "Rather, I have a phobia of it. A severe phobia." Azurael cringed as she awaited the Dragon-like Demon's response.

Sasha had staked out a claim to a tent and had left her gear there. Rather than doing what Damien had done and napping, she had elected to help out in the kitchens. She was not a terribly great cook but her enthusiasm more than made up for it. The woman demon heading the kitchen was more than happy for the help and ordered any-one in the kitchens around regardless of rank, station, or species.

After getting under too many feet Sasha was shooed out of the kitchen for the time being. Sasha realised she had forgotten about the wards. She went looking for Sephiroth.