[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

That smelly weirdo is Mazelina's friend! Mostly! He was always offering to help at the very least, and that's something that she can proper appreciate.



"Understood, Captain." It's a quick affirmation, but she nods anyway, the smile staying on her face. Mazelina rummages through her packs, looking for any sort of food, herbs, or rations to spread throughout her party. Even that...little fucked up one. Everyone deserves a little comfort.