Rachel was seated under the leaves of a sparse tree, dying in the dry heat of the Plegian desert. Of course her tactician robes weren't helping anything, but she's far too stubborn to take them off. Instead she drew them closer to herself, nearly disappearing in the slightly over-sized coat. The Dark Mage named Tallbot playing pitifully on his lute, it sounded choked, like a small animal screeching as it died. Boy, that was a cheery thought, and not foreboding at all, nope.
The tactician shook her pessimistic thoughts away as she stood, deciding to at least try to get something useful done. Though she wasn't sure what exactly what could be done until Kai got back. Rachel took a look at her motley group, it only took one glance for her to gauge their morale. Low, incredibly low. These people are broken, stranded out in the desert with no supplies, driven out by their country. A sorry state indeed.
No matter how hard she tried though, Rachel couldn't think of a way to help them. So she just stood there, watching them all, her eyes falling on a young girl laying against a tree much like the tactician had been. The girl had blue hair and pointed ears, and looked like she was in sore use of some company, and water. "Here," Rachel said as she collapsed next to the girl, handing her a canteen from her belt. "There's not much in it, but it's yours."