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Kiella resisted the urge to chuckle at Danjus's proclamation about getting himself some magic. Truthfully, she didn't know most of the theory behind it; her learning process had been an amalgamation of half-remembered fragments from her early life and Adja's basic lessons. The rest, she had sort of felt out on her own. Sometimes, she thought she was missing things, but then there was no way to know, and she didn't wish to dwell overly upon it.

Lucas's compliment, she took with a self-conscious smile. Magic had been a part of her for as long as she could remember; she did not think there was anything particularly impressive about it, and thus it was probably the lack of such people in Sinopia, nothing more or less than that. His speculation on the reactions of his sister, she did not address. Kiella over the last few days had become quite certain that Lucas possessed no knowledge of what had transpired amongst the Ciro, and Lucina had made no move to tell him. This wore on the healer a bit; there was no way to move past such a psychological wound if one kept it firmly contained like that. She would know.

Johnis's hand found her shoulder, then, and she started sharply, forcing the quick smile onto her face when she realized it was him. He spoke to her in low tones, and Kiella's eyes went wide for a moment before she shook her head emphatically. He frowned and spoke again, gesturing to the other two, and she sighed, following the line of his hand with her eyes, and bowed her head in acknowledgment.

"Johnis says we are fee to look through the caravan's supplies and take anything that we find useful. I've never met someone who makes finer arrows than a caravaner does, and there are other kinds of weapons and equipment besides. Teo has extra swords and shields, and there's bound to be a spare bow if you'd like one, Lucas. Would the two of you like to take a look?"

Without really waiting for an answer, Kiella stood, dusting herself off and retrieving her hooded cloak from where she'd left it earlier. Settling it about her shoulders, she led the way to one of the supply wagons in the back, opening the door and stepping up and inside it. There were indeed a number of weapons here; it was not uncommon for people in this line of work to run into bandits or Rufjik, after all, and every one of them knew how to use a weapon of some kind. She herself was hoping to find another long knife to replace the one she had left in Fridana, but whether they would have one on hand remained to be seen.