"Y-yeah, the same's true for me! In terms of strange things. Or... things getting set on fire. To be honest, I think I'll take the random fires in this forest, to anywhere else." Not that this was a good time to dwell on the past; better to focus on gathering ingredients, and applying them to something good, for a change.

And that she didn't need to go at this by herself. She grinned for a second at the tiny, dragon-ish creature poking its head from the pack. The creature was a touch smaller than her own Anima, which weighed in at about the size of a puppy.

"Any help is good, right? Even if the help is just waking up."

Lyon tilted her head, scanning the forest just beyond the shore edge. The leaves rustled in the growing storm front, but didn't seem ready to burst into flames at that exact second. Her hands went to her own weapon, a curious switchblade of a long handled sword, resting at her side.

"How long do you think until sunset? I'd say maybe a candle mark, maybe?"