Shrugging as the man called his horse and rode off after the gypsy woman left, Kazuo popped the piece of meat in his mouth and placed his palm back to its resting place on the pommel of his sword. It was quite good, but seeing it chewed up not one minute ago made it feel worse in his mouth than it should have and he was not inclined to have more. His other hand waved at Shela, declining the meat she was offering him. Still, the bit of food helped him relax, his body visibly loosening as he leaned back and studied the odd people he found himself sitting with in the cave. Trombe exhaled loudly behind Kazuo as Shela spoke in its direction. The horse didn't seem to like her. 

"Easy, easy." Kazuo said softly to the beast. He patted the flank of the horse a couple of times before returning his attention to the conversation at hand. Cinder sickness? He was pretty sure he had heard of it before. If he was thinking of the right thing, it was like getting burns from the inside. Nasty stuff. Seemed kind of odd for such a simple task to need so many people. Cinder sickness didn't really have a reputation for being that hard to cure. It wasn't his business.

"So what brings you to this part of the woods, Shela?" It was pretty obvious that everyone in this cave but him and Shela were a bit on edge. Maybe her telling a bit more about herself would help defuse the tension. Or the question might backfire and piss off everyone even more. It was worth the gamble. After all they'd only have to make it through this night. The weather did not seem like it would keep up into the next day.