Log | Day 11 | Morning

[desperate_times_right]

WHO: Chloe Frazer, Taissa Turner, The Cat
WHAT: Finally awake enough for a conversation
WHEN: Day 11 Morning/Day
WHERE: Rust’s old camp at III.S.26
WARNINGS: Blood and injury description
NOTES: So, guess who stepped in a bear trap after I made this post? Oops.

It’s kind of a weird feeling, Chloe decides, to have walked all that distance and still wake up in the exact same spot twice. At least after a full night’s rest, she's actually capable of even that level of analysis. She hadn't minded the suggestion that she sleep at the mouth of their little shelter last night - even though they have to sleep close in the small space and she hates having someone at her back -seeing as Chloe is the one with the best weapons. It's convenient now anyway, since she can roll away and stand (though her sore knee nearly buckles, shit) to poke around at last night’s fire without having to worry about waking the other woman. A little optimistic perhaps, but maybe Taissa has food.

She sits, pulls a small bronze Ganesh figure from her bag and balances him on her good knee, contemplative. This fire isn't half bad. Chloe wonders whether that plane crash stuff was true. It’s kind of wild story, but also the least crazy thing she's heard since she woke up here.

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[absentconstellation]

He gives Chloe a sharp, scolding mew before giving her hand a sniff, as if telling her not to be ridiculous. One thing he does smell, close as he is now, is blood. He pauses, then sniffs again to be sure. It's a very faint scent, but it's there. He follows the smell down to Chloe's propped foot. How bad must it be, for him to be able to smell blood when he can barely smell a pair of two-leggers?

[doomcame]

"If you need to lean on me, you can. I wouldn't suggest moving at all if our water situation was better. We'll rest as soon as we hit a river."

Taissa's also anticipating this to be terrible, and for now just idly watches the cat sniffing around Chloe in thought.

[desperate_times_right]

The cat releases a meow that sounds for all the world like a disapproving teacher and Chloe raises an eyebrow. Abruptly, as if just catching the scent, he noses down to her injured foot.

“Hey, don't eat me.”

She has no idea whether a cat would do that.

Chloe looks up to Taissa. “If you can help me up, I think I can lean on that piece of rebar. One of us should have her hands free in case there's trouble.”

[absentconstellation]

Yes... he believes he understands the situation. These two women are out of their element, struggling to find food and water, and one of them is badly injured. There must be other two-leggers nearby that they've been in contact with, but it would be difficult for them to move any great distance to seek a healer. He can sympathize, having his senses jumbled around like they are. They only need a little help, and then they ought to be able to handle things on their own.

Very well then. He isn't injured, and despite his current state he still has claws and fangs to hunt with. He will look after them for now.

Having made his decision, he turns around and tries to climb up into Chloe's lap. He could use a nap just now.

[doomcame]

Taissa is about to agree with Chloe when the cat decides to enact his own plan of inaction. She scoffs out a laugh in spite of herself.

"I'm sure I can if it's okay with your new friend," she says to the other woman.

[desperate_times_right]

Chloe gives a short, surprised laugh, and scratches the cat behind his ears.

“Sorry, buddy. We can nap when we find water, yeah?”

[absentconstellation]

He purrs in appreciation of the scratching. As a compromise, he tries to climb up onto her shoulders. He can sleep while they move, if both women allow it.