[The furball gets a slightly baffled stare as it decides to start eating the dirt. (Literally.) But it's summarily disregarded after a few seconds when he recognizes the thing for what it is—Red team's been walking around with them for days, for one odd reason or another. He hadn't asked. Instead of paying it any more mind, he lifts his head back up to Amber with a frown and a stupid, reflexive squaring up of his posture when she asks if he's slept. (He's not a kid, he doesn't need checking up on.)]
I'll be fine.
[They've got a job to do. So time to go do it. He starts for the edge of camp without further preamble, though he does, at least, look back over his shoulder after a few paces to see if she's following. He's seen her around, over the past few months. The crew isn't that big. He hasn't forgotten the strange things she'd done during the fight with the harpies and the thing in the sky.]
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I'll be fine.
[They've got a job to do. So time to go do it. He starts for the edge of camp without further preamble, though he does, at least, look back over his shoulder after a few paces to see if she's following. He's seen her around, over the past few months. The crew isn't that big. He hasn't forgotten the strange things she'd done during the fight with the harpies and the thing in the sky.]