Kyoto laughed as she asked the question. "Years of acceptance, I would rather be hot underneath the armor then to be unprotected." He answered. "To be honest,... I never cared for the helmets myself seeing as the strap always seemed to agitate my skin. Besides a good swordsman doesn't need a helmet. Any blow coming in its direction can always be deflected." He said. He ignored the words of her saying it won't be the first time they would see such carnage. She could be right but he would not encourage such thoughts. The mind can be the worse enemy to a warrior who is to weak to comprehend it. He kept moving getting them as far from the site as possible and the smell was starting to go away as they got farther and farther away from it. 

 He suddenly heard his own stomach growl and he had to laugh it off. "Hasn't even been a lot of time sense we last ate but my stomach is demanding more. " He looked about the area and decided to lead the group off the road. "Let make camp. It will give everyone the time to get used to sleeping on the ground. " he said. With that him and his kinsmen began putting up a tent. A rather large tent. Big enough to fit the lot of them inside it. Within it the beds where prepared for which they would sleep on. When I say beds I mean sleep rolls. Outside the tent a pit was being constructed with stones and metal rods from which food will be cooked from.