There was a fight, far down below the camp. One of the builders had grown aggressive.

[He'll lead Mafuyu back over to the supply point, where he makes short work of finding one of the blankets, snapping it open like a sail on the wind before draping it around her shoulders, hands moving gently against her shoulders and back to try to generate some sort of warmth, like drying off a soaked animal.]

If only I still had my fire powers -- [Tch. But no, no, let his focus stay on her.] Hang in there a little longer. Our strange host is going to get us out of here once everyone has gathered.

Are you hurt anywhere else?