After the harsh battle Lazeal looked up at the sky too occupied by the harsh situation to think of anything else she’d keep her mind sharp after all this was simply a win for now the harder battles would come sooner then later and she’d be triumphant however her cynicism and battle ready thoughts were cut off by her companions she knew this was needed the whole ragtag team she needed them to get to the gate to rid her mind of these mind controlling mind-flyers if she can fly she’d flee way up and out of her she rolls her eyes as there fire danced across the familiar faces of camp her companions were excitedly talking about fuel what to eat after this whole ordeal as you said something about fruit Lazeal scoffed “your a warrior and you fuel yourself with junk I mean Sweet treats this late at night? You should be eating something more substantial. Meat, not some frivolous bread.” Her gaze was no nonsense however you saw this as a opportunity to bond with your guarded Gilth companion she raised her brow “very well let us hunt we are warriors not slugs” her words were stoic however a smile curled at the corner of her lips at the thought of bettering her companion