Yara's heart pounded in her chest as Basilisk's words echoed in her mind. His promise of a rank in the Armada took her by surprise, and she looked at him with wide, grateful eyes for just a moment. She steadied her resolve, determination flickering in her eyes, though fear lingered in the shadows. "Understood, Warlord. We will do our best to keep everyone safe. Hopefully we don't get sick of each other out here." she chuckled slightly, her voice steady and smooth despite the anxiety bubbling beneath the surface.
She moved carefully through the blighted area, her senses on high alert for anything unusual. She waited as Basilisk took samples of the leaves; the sight of the fallen deer, its flesh mottled and discolored, caught her attention as they continued. With a deep breath, she approached, carefully slicing off a piece of the meat with Basilisk's borrowed blade. She hesitated for a moment before placing it securely into the Warlord's bag, hoping the contamination wouldn't spread.
Next, she turned her attention to the trees. The bark seemed to ooze with an unnatural substance, and the leaves were a sickly yellow, mottled with dark spots. She carefully stripped some of the bark and collected a few more leaves from this tree, securing them within his bag as well.
After gathering the samples, Yara lifted her head to Basilisk. "Meat from a fallen deer, bark, and leaves from the blighted trees." She repeated their progress so far out loud for her own sake, her sun-yellow eyes glancing around the forest for anything else that might be interesting.
