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Melee let the girl lead her but she did not stop singing softly. Her vision was blurred so much that she had now choice but to trust her. She caught the wiff of a recent body burn. "What a wretched smell" she mumbled. She felt herslef slide as her feet were barely able to sustain her weight any more.

"Sorry." She mumbled, sliding furthur toward the ground.

Nereid nodded silently and took Dean's uninjured arm. Starting to walk towards the clerics' tent, she motioned for him to follow.

"I need my supplies," she murmered.

"I understand," Melee's speech was slightly slurred, "People die, burn them. Its the only way in times of war." Suddenly she lurched forward out of the other girl's arms and began coughing violently. She spit out the blood in her mouth and considered it for a moment, "Thats not good, is it?" She looked up a Kaome and immediately regretted doing so. Her vision reeled and she collapsed on the ground.

Rena had shook her head in response to the female cleric's question. She waited before answering Dean since they were talking with one enough; so while she waited, Rena examined the rock and the surrounding area.

She slipped into the conversation real quick, "Um.. Sorry for the delay but that's a good idea. Lets gather up the men and push the boulders closer."

Rena then observed Dean's shoulder and that Nereid was going to get a kit. She raised her arm, bent her elbow and scratched the back of her head.
Then asked Dean, "Would you like us to wait for you to have your arm healed? Or we can just go ahead and start moving the rocks while you and any others injured get patched up." She began walking backwards slowly towards the rocks' directions, yet still facing Dean.

Kali looked around the tent, then watched as ember flew over to a young woman with a bandage around her head. she sighed, realizing that she wasnt really needed here. she would be better off going somewhere else. she walked out of the clerics tent and started off in a random direction, heading vaguely in the direction of her tent. she realised she was heading in completely the wrong direction, and doubled back, try to shake off the melancholy feeling that had settled over her for a while.

Once Kenya had finished feeding the injured man, she stood back up and exited the tent, and headed for the kitchen tent. They needed to make some warm meals after such a long march. Unfortunatly, she wasn't much of a cook. So she started to organze a few things, hoping someone who knew what they were doing would arrive before she made a mess of things.

Melee sat up still feeling slightly light headed. Someone had bandaged her head and the blood had been cleaned up off her face. She looked around at the others in the tent with her. Some seemed much worse off and she was pretty sure the young man next to her was dying, if not already dead. She sighed, So goes the way of war. God speed sir. With a small silent prayer she swung her legs off the bed. After testing her feet she stood and stretched. She always got stiff when sitting in one place too long.

She made her way out of the tent and took in the scene of the campsite. This was definately some sort of army. That ment there must be a general somewhere around. She looked around and saw a redhaired young man smoking a cigarette. He looked more the part of a soldier then many of the others and he seemed to be the only one not working on something. So with a newfound confidance Melee strode over to the soldier and waved trying to get his attention

"You there," She called out to him, "Good solider, I thought perhaps I might ask for your assistance. You see I need to speak with your-" she was suddenly cut off as her foot hit a rock hidden in the snow. She fell forward into the back of the soldier, sending snow flying.