"Break is over in five minutes," Pokora announced, walking over the small, impromptu camp the group had built. "Relieve yourselves and store your things."
One by one, the party members stood up while tidying up.
Natasha, who still was straddling Yolin's lap, slowly stood up as well, offering the Oni a hand.
The tank took the hand offered to her, smiling when the Warrior lifted her up.
Pokora approached them and inspected Natasha's face, raising both eyebrows when the two met eyes. "Your eyes are all fucked up," she pointed out with concern.
"Mhm," the Halve replied with an absent nod, eyes like a rave's lightshow when a sick drops comes on.
The Archer turned to the tank, showing a concerned expression.
Yolin shrugged. "I don't see how it'd be a problem. You know... fighting and drugs," she commented.
Pokora nodded, then sighed. She rubbed her forehead and bit her lower lip. "How are you feeling?" she asked the Warrior.
