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[h2][color=598527][i][b]Kathryn Pyke[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=598527]Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=598527][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 49 / 49	[color=598527][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 19	[color=598527][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Avonshire
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[color=598527][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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	Kathryn wasn't defeated persay. But it was clear Lizbeth wasn't in the best of mindsets to be talking about such things just yet. She doesn't seem to be completely shutting down either. So that was a plus. "[color=598527]If now's not a good time, I'll be close by.[/color]" Kathryn spoke with a soft smile. She reached out briefly as if to squeeze the small girl's shoulder, only to hesitate and stop. "[color=598527]It's gonna be okay Lizbeth. I'm going to give you some space, but please come get me if you need anything. In the meantime, enjoy that pie, and let me know if it's good. I may have to snag some later on.[/color]" Kathryn joked before passing the smaller girl some salted potatoes. Stepping away, she let out a quiet sigh once her face was out of sight of the small lass. She was never good with dealing with grief. Even Ser Lucas she didn't know how to handle it other than feel guilty for not doing more to help him, and dulling her negative emotions with booze. She wished she knew the things to say, or the things to do to make this small girl feel better. 	

	Kathryn made her way over to the rest of the party who seemed to be debating meal prep as a whole. Everyone had much more detailed ideas of how the food should be made, and Kathryn realized should she want to improve her own skills maybe asking her fellow traveling companions on how that should go would be the best way to go about it. "[color=598527]I would also like to vote against broth soup. My appetite has been absolutely fucked since I attempted that little magic trick on the street a few days ago, and I think trying to quell it with broth will just make it worse.[/color]" What might also make it worse, but Kathryn was determined to risk, was alcohol. Nothing but Kathryn's own guilt could stop the steel clad woman from obtaining booze. "[color=598527]Hey V, mind if I snag one of those bottles of wine? I can trade you some salted potatoes and some veggies if you'd like?[/color]" Some easy wine to wash down the mostly dry food diet Kathryn was used too.

	"[color=598527]What are y'all up to over here? Making anything something good for your lunch?[/color]" Kathryn did give Kosara a glance at that. Kosara held this really odd notion of a sandwich did not need bread to be a sandwich, and presented a pile of bacon and cheese. It looked tasty enough. Maybe with some eggs or sausage? But there was no way any sensible person could call that a sandwich. Kosara though was over the top though in the best ways. Except the sandwich thing.