Psyche (and Thetis) by association had been woken up, and Eunomia had been forced into taking her shift of rest. It meant that the trio now was keeping a watch on the surroundings, in case the trainees showed up anytime soon at this stakeout.

Looking into her satchel, the yellow suited senshi reached for something she had shared with Eunomia a bit earlier. The sand root.

Four years was a good amount of time to pick up a new language. Iris was by no means fluent, but she could hold a conversation or two as needed. Sure, they were simple conversations, but a conversation was a conversation!

"You hungry?" she asked with her heavy American accent in the foreign tongue as she held out the root for Psyche to take. "You will need your strength."