Jase took out their metal pot and filled it with a few herbs, then lifted it up before heading back out of the tent. The hottest pool was a little uphill yet, and a little ways away from the camp. They couldn't make it too close, they'd considered it but quickly realized that the steam off the water would not only make it impossible to dry herbs, but it would seep into their equipment.
He gestured to Eventide, mouth still occupied by the heavy pot's handle, "Dish weh. Fawwow, me."
