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Walking was good exercise. Eila often walked around Buscon freely, finding the outside air good for her health. But the streets were paved and even and her shoes were always comfortable. She assumed her boots were far more comfortable than her usual heels, but she had not accounted for how rough a road could be on one's feet. The uneven earth had her hips aching, her lower back throb, and she was pretty sure her feet were pinched all over from her un-broken-in-boots. 

The stop could not have come fast enough and Eila was tired. She did her best not to show it, but all she wanted to do was curl up by the fire and sleep. As the group moved around, however, she realized that she should probably help. Should she get wood for the campfire? That seemed like a good idea. Ceolfric announced that he and Liliann were going to scout the area. She leveled a look of displeasure that he clearly saw but chose to ignore, causing her to scoff. He irritated her to no end, but she supposed that it wasn't a terrible idea. 

Instead, she put herself to work elsewhere, gathering whatever twigs and branches she could find. Back home, they always had logs for the fireplace, but she assumed any wood would do. She returned with an armful of everything she picked up, dumping it all into the pit. She knelt down, wincing a touch at the rough ground at her knees, though she had remembered the trick her auntie showed her, striking the rocks together a few times until she got something small going. 

Eventually, the campfire lit up, and Eila sighed in relief. Alright, one less thing to worry about. She got up and dusted herself off, grimacing at how much [i]dirt[/i] there was. Once she deemed herself alright enough, she decided to approach Ermes.

[color=palegreen]"I hope the walking found you well,"[/color] She said cheerfully. [color=palegreen]"I've brought some ingredients for a stew that I think would do nicely for everyone, would you like to help me prepare it?"[/color]

Before Ermes would answer, Ceolfric's voice came once again. He had a penchant for making his whispers feel less like messages and more like violating threats. She sighed to herself, adding a possible betrayal to the list of things she should worry about. The pair emerged shortly after, and aside from casting them a weary look, Eila figured it was best to act normal.
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