Mud to Fill in the Cracks

It wasn't that she was excited for the raid itself, honestly she couldn't care less as to the wins and losses, or changes in the status of battle. However, the injuries that were likely to befall her pack mates did capture her interest. As the collective prepared to leave for the fight, she ventured off to where Aunt Ikigai had set up a healing camp of sorts- close to the raid itself, but not too close to get caught in the crossfire of battle ... even if it was for mock purposes.

When she finally made it, she witnessed Malico handing something over to their aunt, only catching the last few words from a longer sentiment. The alabaster fae looked well enough to her, as far as she could tell. Not caring enough to get involved in a conversation centered on feelings that weren't her own, she moved to investigate some of the supplies that had already been laid out. Some stuff she recognized, others she didn't. It was difficult to have a lesson based on hypotheticals, but here ... practical application was certainly a possibility, and she was essentially vibrating with excitement. She glanced back towards Ikigai with a clear question to her expression, but didn't want to cut Malico off from his gift-giving exchange ... even if she thought it was silly. As always, her brother was the exception to her short supply of tolerance. For anyone else though, she wouldn't spare the time.

So with a silent huff, she redirected her attention back to the supplies, relying on her own imagination for the moment to speculate the intended purpose of the ones she didn't recognize.