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Caitriona had gone on quite a trip in the eight hours she was gone, returning to her group and fetching various materials from the cave in which they lived.  It was nice seeing them again ... but she had always felt a little set apart from them.  And luckily, the day she returned the problem had stuck to their schedule and had departed as well, likely to look for resources.

As of now, another bag was slung over her shoulder, filled with various supplies to help one survive including a sewing kit and other minor necessities such as additional cloth and a blanket to keep one nice and warm.  Another small blade of sharpened stone rested in the pack as well, along with an extra water skin and a four foot tall ceramic pot that she was hugging between her arms.  Various fruits were contained within the pot, which Cait intended to hand off to help out this strange newcomer.  The pot itself could also be used to store large amounts of water, and pleasant looking circular patterns ran across it's black surface in thin, green lines.

Eventually the woman returned sweating to the cave from a long trip of having lugged the heavy object in her arms, crouching down to get it inside as she waited for her eyesight to adjust.  Finding an available corner, she placed the pot so it would stand up and tossed the small bag of supplies onto the ground next to it.  [color=orangered]"Tá mé ar ais!"[/color]