[Coming from Konoha, it can only be kindness. And selfishly, just a little... it's also something for her. Taking care of others... what else can she do in this place, so far from her home and all she'd ever known? What else is there to feel useful, in the wake of Akvos and all she'd not done?]

It's even easier if you have your own flint and tinder box... I'll keep an eye out.

[Circling a bit behind Sheryl, Konoha finally eases down to her knees and then her side, shifting a bit clumsily closer to the other woman. Not because she's cold... but because she misses home. Misses sleeping beside other people, misses embraces and warmth from things beyond fire.]

... Not that we've really gone anywhere that has the kinds of things I'd know how to make use of.