Re: 08b: Across the Downs - together
Popping upright out of his cloak at the sound of Adonis' voice, Kjaelos proceeds to stretch expansively and languidly. Crawling over to Rael, he checks the young man's wounds and dressing, tightening any loose bandages he finds. Looking at him with concerned eyes, he asks, "How are you feeling this morning? Up for some more hard marching...and possibly more fighting?"
Opening his own pack, he grabs a handful of dry rations and puts it into his mouth. Munching noisily, he says, half musing to himself, "We have 2 days of hard march to get across the moors. I suppose we could go 2 days on trail rations..." Finishing up with his meal, then dusting his palms of the crumbs, he continues shrugging, "Though firewood for a campfire would be welcome, especially in such a dark place." Rising to his feet, pack on his shoulder, staff in his hand, Kjaelos is feeling immeasurably better, the dark stories of the Moors seeming a minor annoyance this morning.
"I am ready." he says, nodding at Adonis.