Tobias was only able to give her a smile to her words, but before he could speak and settle down next to the Elezen, the Miqo'te woman approaches the two. Before the Hyur knew what was asked of Lorielle, she had already begun to pick up the pot and become busy with helping again.
    "The Seven are you doing?" Tobias tone rises as he goes to take the pot from the short Elezen girl, "You have done quite enough already. Now. Rest." he says pointedly to Lorielle as illuminated eyes glance between the two women. He notices something off with Kieaira, but he does not press on the matter. The flames seem to dance in the reflection of his eyes as they stand there. His own complexion light against the fire, though hued with the faintest kiss of the sun.
  "Oi, what needs ache ya?" Draevyn inquiries as he saunters up to the three
  "The Miqo'te wants to find any herbs we can use for the stew." Tobias answers while still trying to gently wrestle the pot away from Lorielle if she had resisted his attempts to begin with.Â
  "Hah, best of luck wit'hat then!" the blue-eyed driver chortles.
  "There should be at least something out there."
  "Eh, possible. So then, your call, miss Miqo'te. What shall we do?" Draevyn turns to look at Kieaira. Tobias would also do the same if he was still not half-serious and half-playfully fighting with Lorielle over the pot.
    "The Seven are you doing?" Tobias tone rises as he goes to take the pot from the short Elezen girl, "You have done quite enough already. Now. Rest." he says pointedly to Lorielle as illuminated eyes glance between the two women. He notices something off with Kieaira, but he does not press on the matter. The flames seem to dance in the reflection of his eyes as they stand there. His own complexion light against the fire, though hued with the faintest kiss of the sun.
  "Oi, what needs ache ya?" Draevyn inquiries as he saunters up to the three
  "The Miqo'te wants to find any herbs we can use for the stew." Tobias answers while still trying to gently wrestle the pot away from Lorielle if she had resisted his attempts to begin with.Â
  "Hah, best of luck wit'hat then!" the blue-eyed driver chortles.
  "There should be at least something out there."
  "Eh, possible. So then, your call, miss Miqo'te. What shall we do?" Draevyn turns to look at Kieaira. Tobias would also do the same if he was still not half-serious and half-playfully fighting with Lorielle over the pot.
