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"I...guess...but my illness sadly can't be cured by soup," she smiled. "I wish, believe me, but it's something I got from my mother. She couldnt get rid of it, and eventually it killed her."
"I havent the slightest. Maybe." She shrugged, grinning, "Why do you think I do obscure things? Because I do what I want to do now, before it's too late. My mom died at 25, so if thats the age I'll die I still have seven years."
Stacy blinked, the frowned sadly, "Oh, uhm...I appologize for asking..." she rubbed the back of her head, tempted to ask why they were like that, but decided against it.
He calmed down again, "It's ok, sorry for going off on you like that." he said to Stacy, he had started putting different vegetables and meat into a bowl.
He but some water onto the bowl (more like a witch's bowl thing, I forgot the name). He set it up on two wood stilts that where in the corner of the tent, where the vent was for smoke. He bent down and lit a fire underneath it. "You were just curious, like a real adventurer." he smiles,"Am I right?"
Stacy grinned widely, nodding her head furiously. She winced, grabbing her head. I have to stop being excited when I get sick... she thought, before asking, "Do you need any help with anything?"
