[ Lucina, for her part, sorts out two quick meals for them: some bread, a few strips of dried meat (not bear, thank you very much!) and some freshwater that isn't kelpie infested in wooden cups. Being idle isn't really for her, particularly when whomever she's with is making themself useful.
The flint is fighting him, though. A faint breeze from the top of the cavern always seems to stir at just the right moment to stifle his efforts, sparks dying out before they can be nourished.
Seeing that, Lucina kneels beside him, cupping her hands just so around his effort. Without a word, he can intuit what to do next.
Hopefully it doesn't include lighting Lucina herself on fire. ]
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The flint is fighting him, though. A faint breeze from the top of the cavern always seems to stir at just the right moment to stifle his efforts, sparks dying out before they can be nourished.
Seeing that, Lucina kneels beside him, cupping her hands just so around his effort. Without a word, he can intuit what to do next.
Hopefully it doesn't include lighting Lucina herself on fire. ]