apassingafternoon

Alain was having none of their shit and that was just by the mere virtue of being completely and utterly out of it. Kaine had thought it would be alright to use an extra drop or two but ... Well, it was that or his own exhaustion that kept him out of it. For as much as Kaine wanted to lie around and ignore everyone, tend to her house and hardly the people inside of it Nariko had a point. They were to rest for a week before moving on. The quicker they dealt with the out of the way errands the sooner she could sit in her room for as long as Nariko would allow before inevitably dragging her back out.

Which explained why they were on the road to The Village, or Arpagio as it was now known. The name changed was ridiculous (Aelious must have somehow gotten his way) but Kaine accepted it with a shrug. The journey was a boring one for her, she stuck to Nariko's side a bit tighter, more anxiously than usual but otherwise kept her words to a minimum. She didn't feel like talking, didn't even feel like going anywhere near town and the last thing she wanted was to even heart Cuthbert's voice, which she had already spent the morning blocking out. And yet he somehow felt well enough to come along. Fantastic.

The doors pushed open in their rhythmic fashion and her first question of the day was directed at Roland even though she didn't bother with looking over at him.

"What are we here for again?" They had barely taken two steps in and she was already quite tired of everything, and it showed in her voice, and the fold of her arms over her stomach. If her oversized sweater and skinny jeans didn't make that just as clear then nothing else would.

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"We only bought supplies for two last time we were here," Roland replied, patiently. He was in his own clothes again, and felt rather more comfortable in them than anything from his own world; the same was apparently true of Bert, who'd refused any offers of borrowed clothing and was still wearing his battle-soiled gear. "We have five to travel now. We'll need more food, more water, bedrolls and gear. Horses would be a boon, too, but maybe not in the mountains."

"Walking's a better way to travel, anyroad. Much sooner have blisters on my feet than on my ass." Cuthbert seemed to have regained his usual good humour, although there was a strange kind of brittleness to it that was new. He scuffed his boot on the dust, pulling a face up at the mechanical doors. "They like their showing off, hey?"