Lavayla glanced back and caught Ressha staring at her with an odd, contemplative look, her steps slowing as if something weighed on her mind. Lavayla stopped walking altogether, waiting until Ressha closed the distance between them, the dry leaves crunching softly beneath their feet. When Ressha reached her side, Lavayla resumed moving forward and spoke while casting her a sideways glance.
"What is it? Is something wrong?"
Ressha hesitated, then brought her water pouch forward, holding it up slightly as if presenting evidence. "I thought I finished the water in here last night, when I boiled the potatoes."
Lavayla blinked, genuinely surprised, then shook her head with a small huff of disbelief. "Really? I don't think you did. You know potatoes don't need much water to boil, and there was quite a lot left in there because you hardly drank any yesterday, during all the chaos."
