[ Yep. This is just one of those days, isn't it? Lune had been a little skeptical about this undertaking, but not enough to protest seriously when the idea was initially floated around. Sciel had, of course, been all about the challenge. Lune throws another piece of wood into their camp fire to feed the flames before sitting back on the grass. Night is starting to fall, and they have no supplies beyond what's packed in their pictos, and the clothes on their back — except most of Verso's are currently hanging on random braches in hopes they'll dry. A fact Lune is kind of painfully aware of.

She rubs her bare arm lightly with her other, the golden lines of chroma etched into her skin glinting faintly in the firelight. She wasn't harmed in the crash, nor dunked in the water like he was — perks of being able to float and fly some distances — but that doesn't mean she isn't feeling the effects of the rough couple of hours or so they've had. ]

Right. Go team.

[ It's lightly sarcastic, but more weary than anything else. She does manage to huff a noise that's somewhere between half-laugh, half-scoff at the morbid idea of halving Verso to create a party of three. ]

Yeah, maybe save that one as a back-up plan. [ A hint of a smile follows, though, and her eyes track the darkening skies for a beat. ] Any idea if Esquie might be able to find us sometime soon? We need to regroup with the others, but it's pointless to leave this general area if we'll end up passing by each other.