"... Yes yes, it's great you made weapons."

Yeah, that was great, though with the wisdom of eating a rotting carcass she couldn't be sure how useful the weapons would possibly be. For the moment, all Rika's panic had dissipated into frustration. How was it that this person hadn't figured out that eating rotten meat was a bad idea? What made him think it was safe to eat a dead deer that smelled like that? Was she supposed to just leave him until he was getting sick all over the place? The... well, she had to be an elf with those ears, there was no way it wasn't the case, seemed to agree rather wholeheartedly. Though, somehow... the idea of eating grass seemed repulsive to her. Rika couldn't understand why, it wasn't like it was great but she wasn't some idiot who would turn up food if they absolutely had no other choice.

Besides, wasn't bread made out of a type of grass? That's what most grains were, wasn't it?

... Why did bread sound so gross to her now? Well... whatever.

"That deer carcass stinks, it's clearly way past being safely edible," Rika continued, folding her arms across her chest. The tip of her tail continued to twitch with her mounting irritation, "Eating something like that is a terrible idea. I'm going to assume none of us our starving, all that would do is give people food poisoning. Then we'd get sick and start losing moisture and whatever we... whatever we..."

Rika looked down at herself. The panic was rising again.

"... Is... i-is this even my body...? I... the human part is... a lot like me... but my legs are..."

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