Returning to the orc settlement…

Storm chuckles as she finishes bandaging up another soldier. "I'll uh... Do my best to find you some wasps, Saige. I've never collected any before so it may not work out but I could at least direct you to them." She moves on to an Orc with a deep gash across his shoulder and begins first aid. "Just let me know what you need and I'll keep an eye out. May even be able to check with Peyote and see what he's got."

“Hmmm…” Saige thinks for a moment then says, “Then if you ever have a free day, we could just go wasp hunting together! I have jars, we could figure it out! I could also show you some spots I’ve found with a bunch of useful plants growing.”

She leans in closer to Storm and makes sure Miquella is busy healing before whispering, “Just don’t tell Miquella where they are because he would kill me if he knew I went out that far by myself.” She then laughs as if she told a funny joke.

Miquella can be seen working on the last injured soldier. He gets up and wipes his hands and starts cleaning up. He gives a smile at those who helped.

"Sure, Saige. We can go out together. I'll make sure to watch your back." She leans in close and whispers back with a wink. "Your secret is safe with me."

Once the last of the Orcs and soldiers are healed, the two soldiers who had been healing drop unceremoniously onto empty cots. They each nod to Miquella, Saige, and Storm, and after taking a moment to breathe, get up and move on to their next work detail.

Storm stands up and wipes her bloody hands on a dirty rag that she tosses into a basket of other used, blood soaked rags. She stands tall with her hands on her hips and looks around. "Looks like we got em all. Are we heading back to the guild now, Guildmaster? If not, I was thinking I could help with the rebuilding til I tire myself out. I saw them working on a few of the huts when we rode in."

Miquella turns to Storm with a warm smile, “That is fine. I am sure your help would be much appreciated. In fact I will provide a little assistance before I head back. I feel that I have a few mends in me that can be very useful. Afterwards if you wish you can stay to continue.” He looks to Saige. “Incase it gets too late. Do you mind if Storm stays with you?”

“Of course Storm can stay with me! We can have a sleepover and a bonfire and a dance party and play truth or dare poison shots and look at all my rocks and play some pranks on the soldiers and go hunt for mushrooms at night even though they’re nocturnal because I really want to catch one in the act of running away and we can climb trees and….” Saige rambles on with about a hundred other activities listed, not stopping to breathe once.