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The entire tree fiasco had left the other girl completely devastated, although Caitriona was starting to wonder what her plans were ... was she trying to build a settlement, like one of those hags from fairy tales?  Looking to the sky, the native wondered how to explain that was a horrible idea.  Maybe she was simply trying to build ... a bondfire?  So someone could find her?

That night seemed like it would get cold though, so the native decided to get a bit closer to the other woman, who was obviously a little taken aback by the entire situation in a way that could be described as adorable.  Soon after the other woman seemed to enter the realm of dreams, her own eyes forced themselves closed.

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[color=orangered]"Owwww."[/color]  The native moaned as she felt herself wake up by the ever so gentle shove-the-person method of getting up.  Rubbing her eyes and adjusting to the light outside the cave, the girl yawned slightly as she watched the other woman work.  Eventually she pulled out her flute, as if making some sort of war hymn for the other girl to work with as she did whatever she was supposed to do.

Eventually Caitriona was bored with merely entertaining though and poked the other girl on the shoulder and looked her in the eyes.  [color=orangered]"Fan anseo, dul isteach ar an uaimh má léiríonn rud éigin ar bun!"[/color]  The girl's smallish hands pointed first to the ground and then to the cave.

Hopefully that got the message across.  Either way she needed to do something on her own eventually, quickly grabbing her backpack and the rest of her supplies before looking at the other woman.  [color=orangered]"Beidh mé ar ais in aghaidh an lae."[/color]  If Charlotte didn't have anything to say ... or rather, interpretively dance about, then the native would set off back towards her tribe with a slight frown on her face.