Loa stood in the center of the kitchen, looking everything like an assistant-something, her dark hair tied back, her brown eyes intelligent but ever empathetic. In spite of the lack of food on offer, she enjoyed the distraction of running inventory, not that it wasn't a serious situation they were contending with. She stood in dirty clothes, though not as dirty as they had been without a cistern of rainwater. In her hands was a rough, brown piece of paper, re-used but surprisingly durable and pliable. Perhaps it was used for drafting in the in the factory setting. She wrote with a nubbed down little pencil, though it had a formidably sharpened point, like a mini-spear.
Marking down the inventory as Cauldershore took a count,
"Check." She replied attentively, the pencil-tip scratching on the rough parchment. Upon offer, she extended the sheet to her companion, finding his scruffy reaction to the list somewhat endearing if it weren't so forlorn. Patiently waiting and observing, as if everyone were a patient to those of the Hippocratic profession.
Cauldershore:
"We've just three days worth of food. A little more if we draw straws again to sit a couple out. Though I daresay I'd prefer to avoid that, wouldn't you?"
"I'm open to suggestions, Mister Cauldershore." She replied, powerless but somehow reassuring at the same time. Her gaze followed his towards the scant display of food, her eyes shifting briefly to the inventory list as if there was some merchandising miracle to be discovered, but there was not.
"No need to draw straws, I'd be happy to go without for a day. I ate the day before last, I can go a little longer." She replied, fighting her immense hunger, knowing sacrifices must be made.
"The hunters and the young should eat first, at least until a catch is brought back. I'm sure we're close.."