With a wave of their hand as they held up their scarf to more obscurely chew, Kaath dismissed Violet's apology. After the light cracking of both a stick snapping and a hauntingly similar click of teeth gnashing as they made light work of the fist, she spoke up, "[color=0076a3]Ye get a pass, Purple, the oil 'as a way'a messin' with mental faculties."[/color]
They then snapped their fingers excitedly at Walker's observation, [color=0076a3]"That! That is a very good question!"[/color] they almost chuckled before briefly choking and coughing for a second on what they'd hastily swallowed. Thankfully, this bought time for both them to think as well as for Ruby to go about better addressing Walker's wound with an otherwise overseen care. While confidence and fortitude could get his sort so far...stopping them was a task that was better seen to be forced, rather than letting themselves wear down. Kaath took an extra moment to recompose themselves while watching Ruby tend to, what was understandably, a complete stranger, with notable care.

The sight refreshed Kaath a slight note as to further calm the glow of their, having returned to a pale amber hue, eyes. [color=0076a3]"Yeh..."[/color] they started before Violet insisted to oppose experience, their story drawing an interest reflected by Kaath's raised brows. Quietly, she looked around to the others before the ambiguous luminescence of their eyes impressed a curious attention back to Violet. [color=0076a3]"I suppose I got [i]two[/i] questions,"[/color] they chirped, their tone lighter as if content with their previous question in the process of being answered. [color=0076a3]"Who...was wit'cha at tha time?"[/color] they asked, lowering the other half of their fish before her tone grew a bit more inquisitive, addressed to the others, [color=0076a3]"An' y'didn' [i]lose[/i] anyone, did ya?[/color]"
Their curiosity began to peek through their composure as their attention returned to Violet. [color=0076a3]"What did you do? How did it die?"[/color] they bluntly asked before clearing their throat, realizing they must have been coming on a bit thick.

[color=0076a3]"Pardon..."[/color] They sigh, holding up their hands with fingers splayed, save for the pinch of the stick they held their meal up on, looking like a shark had mangled the other end of it. [color=0076a3]"Yeh...where oi was..."[/color] they began, tipping their head to Walker, [color=0076a3]"...some few dozen 'ave come through my shrine."[/color] She chuckled, forced and human-ish before continuing, [color=0076a3]"Elves, orcs, beastmen...even had some kinda golem come through 'ere once,"[/color] their tone reminiscing fondly before sighing to a hiss as the hue of their eyes darkened, [color=0076a3]"...and sometimes shite loik goblins'n ogres."[/color]
They pointed over to the inert 'Kite', [color=0076a3]"Troi nah ta take offence, but whatevahs'  sendin' Kites...its seemin' desperate"[/color] they darkly and mirthlessly chuckled, [color=0076a3]"So findin' a gig of a bunch of [i]humans[/i] doesn't surprise me, much."[/color]

With a huff, she leaned forward to idly fish through the embers, again. [color=0076a3]"Dunno what the oil is...I just call it 'nightmare oil' for what it does to at least a couple newcomers at a time. Having just [i]one[/i] case is...luck. Rumors suppose it's an ichor ol'Keeps dredges up from a bottomless cauldron of hungry souls, living in starvation for countless eternities every...breathing...moment."[/color] while making a jerking-off motion with a hand and shaking a head, she relayed the apparently abridged version, [color=0076a3]"Some kinda grudge against the sea, itself, but every single drop seeks to burn their throat."[/color]
[color=0076a3]"But, yeah..."[/color] they try to change the subject, looking back to walker, [color=0076a3]"Kites have their...'string'...that they link to one of their first that they release, from what I'm told. Never had one of the mcguffins, myself...probably why I'm [i]here[/i]"[/color] they explain, grumbling the last part. [color=0076a3]"Goblins, trolls and orcs may be strong and too dumb to be scared, but they're hardly a...well...effort. Most just eat their Kites once they get this far and then roam around in the woods, preying on whatever else bled through and made The Bruise its home."[/color]
[color=0076a3]"Not sure how many shrines there are...some of the 'heroes' decide not ta feed themselves to the thresher an just...well..."[/color] Kaath concluded, splaying their arms out once more to the room which one steep staircase exited from. [color=0076a3]"Welcome ta The Bruise...guessing I'll be ya guide, Kaath!"[/color] she more formally announced with a chuckle, afterwards.