Smiling back, Nayash shook her haid.
"Im fine... I might need a few shorter rests, but when we get going, Ill have something else to focus on and that will keep me going. But thank you for taking my pack."
She looked around at the newcommer with a slight hint of distrust, a trait that was more like the real Nayash shining through. Her eyes then wandereed to the next person, Mara. She had seen a few merman before, but none like her, half merman. She glanced at her tail, and then at her scythe, silentlywondering how thw combination happened. Merman culture Nd farmers culture want really the common missmatch. Perhaps thats why te scythe was never used traditionally.

She then looked at Caelyn. Her choise of clothes reminded her of the typical rouges or mecenaries of the cities. But her attitude or accent made her seem more of a mothersfigure, or the friendly smalltown adviser. She seemed a bit like a more layed back version of Veragwen, who always seemed to be guarding and watxhing over people. It wasnt a bad trait, but she worried a bir that she didnt care enough for herself. Grief isnt something that should be left alone or pushed away. Then there was Raena, the hirl whom had managed to save her. Her actions and attitude never seemed teo fit to the situaton, but somehow she always seemed xalm under the layer of hyperactivity.

"Raena? " Nayash asked and turned around to find raena there with her hammer, however she wasnt. "Hey, where is Raena and my hammer?"