The squishing of mud and the uncertainty of the ground certainly wasn't the best, but Ash couldn't help but feel brief moments of pleasure from the rain. The muffled steps, the scent of earth, fauna, and rainwater, the cool chills. While having below the shins soaked was unpleasant, the feeling often vanished as an unnatural calmness took place. Only moments before, they were hunting a massive frog that could kill them in one hit. Now, they were simply together in the world. No enemies in sight to make her remember the harshness of the world. It was pleasant.

Ettamri proved herself to be capable - a god amongst rats as she gave the battle tactics going into the next fight. It was a plan. That's what Ash knew. She wasn't experienced enough to know what a good plan was. Having their fierce knight go in to do most of the work while the rest of them assisted their healer in taking down their caster. The entire plan was to get a quick advantage and push it until they won.

[b]"Okay."[/b] The simple response was enough. There was no point in dwelling on such things.