[center][h2]Shokatsu Yu[/h2][h3]Sunswept Plains — Campsite[/h3][/center]
"Uh... Huh. Well, I assume going back to the lake where you ended up like that isn't the best of choices," the swordsman began, glancing briefly at the muck-covered elf, "but there's probably a body of water feeding into that which would be of some use. Probably."

Of course, seeing that Saito had only come out of it with naught but a dirty coat, Yu could only wonder what sort of bad luck Sefira had to have had in order to end up in her current state.

"As for the fish... Uh... Preserving... Salt, I guess?" he half-asked, half-responded as he rifled through his inventory. Other than the food he already had in his inventory (which, Yu considered, was probably worth checking the integrity of), there didn't [i]seem[/i] to be anything to use to help with preservation...

Or even to season the fish with...

"...Hm. This... Might be a problem," he muttered to himself as the sound of footsteps approaching from another direction caught his notice. The return of both Eunice and Kokoma, it seemed—and with a new guest to boot.

"I see you've helped resolve the food problem," Eunice said, looking at the fish both Saito and Sefira had gathered before looking at the two of them proper, "though there seems to be a new one in its place."

After placing the firewood and tinder she had gathered off to the side before beginning to set up the fire pit, the white-haired girl held one hand out towards what she had prepared and, rather than lighting the campfire immediately, began to heat the wood to draw what moisture remained out of it.

There was a pause before Yu turned to look at Saito's coat again and, having finished with the tents, found himself with little else to do beyond checking the situation out. Equipment maintenancce, especially with regards to clothing, would have to be up his alley, right...?

"Uh... Hm. Well, assuming that there is a river near that lake, I could probably wash all this gunk out and dry it. Never did laundry by hand before, but it's probably better than letting it set, right?" he asked before turning towards Sefira again. "Though, uh... I assume you'd rather wash your own clothes, if possible."

All the while, of course, the cat that Kokoma had found continued fidgeting around in her arms. The animal seemed uncomfortable with being carried as it was, and coupled with a broken limb, the stress it seemed to be experiencing was but a given. Once it caught wind of the fish, though, and saw the amount that the pair of adventurers had managed to gather, its eyes seemed to widen in shock. Though it did not seem to yearn for any, the sight of it all seemed to keep it from scratching Kokoma.

Or, at the very least, any more than it already had.

[@VitaVitaAR][@Sho Minazuki][@Rune_Alchemist][hr][center][h3]Sen Rynta — Outskirts[/h3][/center]
It went without saying that the hobgoblins that had been thrown into the air by the tornado had unceremoniously rained down from the skies above onto the ground, their bodies battered and broken. If they weren't dead before, they most certainly were now—and if not then, they would be soon enough.

"I-I'm fine..." Anastasia said, glancing between the two other girls at her side before looking again towards the carnage they had unleashed, her face paling slightly before she turned away with on hand on her chest. "But... Right. Food. Could we maybe... Move camp a bit away from here before that...?"

Though caught up in the heat of the moment during the short battle, it seemed that the young woman took seeing the results of combat in less stride than she did the butchery of animals, dangerous though the situation had been.

[@Hammerman][@Operator Luna]