[ M'ahina nods with a smile of her own, content to give Ardbert his space. His presence is enough; she would not want to force herself to his side at every second. Part of her might enjoy the thought, but so too is she aware that people at times need to be able to breathe.
Her errands take much longer than she's suggested. As is often the the case, she finds herself distracted and side-tracked. Asking people how they're doing, helping hand out what small supplies there are, the little things she's gotten into the habit of doing to earn people's trust. Ah, the job negotiations, as well... The man helping them establish identities in this place is about somewhere. He seems somewhat dubious of her plan for herself and warns her she is not like to see many earnings for a while, but she shrugs the advice off; she's used to it.
That accomplished, she finally remembers the task she was actually on, and appears with a pillow tucked into arm, blanket around her shoulders, and a tray with food and drink in her other hand. She sets the items down, and tosses the blanket over her friend with a beam. She still isn't feeling well, but it seems she's recharged much energy by meddling her way through the warehouse. ]
Oh! You'll be wanting this... [ she fishes through her pockets and hands him a small device. ] Evidently, the people use these tomestones for communication. Our identities and wages should be stored on it as well. I confess I'm not certain how the latter is supposed to work, but I'm sure it will make more sense once we've seen it in action.
[ So she would assume. She takes the moment to settle into her own blanket and grab her food--an unknown dish and a cup of hot tea. The dish, while passable enough, has a decidedly strange aftertaste she does not think she's prepared to question, but the tea is perfectly average. ]
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Her errands take much longer than she's suggested. As is often the the case, she finds herself distracted and side-tracked. Asking people how they're doing, helping hand out what small supplies there are, the little things she's gotten into the habit of doing to earn people's trust. Ah, the job negotiations, as well... The man helping them establish identities in this place is about somewhere. He seems somewhat dubious of her plan for herself and warns her she is not like to see many earnings for a while, but she shrugs the advice off; she's used to it.
That accomplished, she finally remembers the task she was actually on, and appears with a pillow tucked into arm, blanket around her shoulders, and a tray with food and drink in her other hand. She sets the items down, and tosses the blanket over her friend with a beam. She still isn't feeling well, but it seems she's recharged much energy by meddling her way through the warehouse. ]
Oh! You'll be wanting this... [ she fishes through her pockets and hands him a small device. ] Evidently, the people use these tomestones for communication. Our identities and wages should be stored on it as well. I confess I'm not certain how the latter is supposed to work, but I'm sure it will make more sense once we've seen it in action.
[ So she would assume. She takes the moment to settle into her own blanket and grab her food--an unknown dish and a cup of hot tea. The dish, while passable enough, has a decidedly strange aftertaste she does not think she's prepared to question, but the tea is perfectly average. ]