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Caitriona frowned as the other woman told her to leave, the orange haired girl picking up her sack and walking out of the cave only to sit beside it for some time ...

... what was wrong with this person?  The fire haired girl knew from the elders that consuming the flesh of another being would both make you incredibly sick and damn your essence to a terrible plane.  Did the same rules not apply to this foreigner?  With a sigh, the native set out lost in her thoughts towards the beach, where she climbed up a few trees and gathered several coconuts to enjoy.  Was this not enough to sustain a person, along with the fruits of a land?  Did her companion for the last few weeks have a soul, or any sort of belief at all?

A small bird landed on a tree nearby, poking at a coconut for a short while until it collapsed to the ground.  The native cracked it open, throwing half of it for the small creature to enjoy.  Friends helped each other out, did they not?  Was this bird not her friend then?

The bird seemed to be more useful than Charlotte, at least.  With a sigh, the orange haired girl began the trek back to the cave after a few hours, sure that was long enough for the other woman to perform whatever ... rituals ... were required of her.