Steppe Archer gently patted the druid girl, feeling bad for her. ...Well, not especially, since this was common sense but...poor girl. She had more boobs than sense. The walk to the river had a discussion about inter-party relations, and the druid girl denying any chance that Big Red had. ...Idly, Steppe Archer wondered if that meant she was okay with the potential of being romantic with her, or if women mating was something uncommon outside of the steppe. It wasn't exactly common, but it wasn't all that unusual, she supposed. Either way, Steppe Archer didn't exactly go blushing at the thought of either of her companions. 

With their bathing completed, Steppe Archer would soon be drying herself off, having managed to catch a few river fish while she was at it and waiting for the others. She figured a bit of dinner was nice as long as it was free, and heartily dug into her grilled fish, organs and all. The best part was the guts! One would be forgiven for mistaking her for a wild animal, with how she brutally mauled her fish and spat out bits of bone after, leaving her fish clean save for its tail-scales and horrified looking head. 

Throwing the bones into the fire, the girl would stretch her legs and look towards the sky. ...So many things were different from home, and in so many different ways that it was hard for her to keep track. Would she ever even see her home again? Not that it mattered, so long as that all-brawn idiot was in charge, it was no home of her's. Sitting up again though, she asked: [color=CC6633][b]"Do you think people think we're up to something, always coming out here to the river?"[/b][/color]