Exhaustion had settled over the small band of merchants as their long trek to the nearest town wore on. The sun glared down at them, beading sweat on their brows and making them all the more sluggish. Days had been hot and walks had been long. With things being the way they were they could not overwork their papaopamus, whom they relied upon to carry their things and their acting home. This made things all the slower, and it hadn't been long before the spirits of the three travelers began to falter. "It sure seems like it's been a long time since we reached a town." Cecelia, a young Clavat woman commented, trying in vain to break the silence that had fallen over the group. Still, she received no more than a grunt from her usually energetic Selkie companion, Kifi Hara. It seemed as though no one even had the energy or will to speak, a state that Cecelia feared would only be broken upon reaching the next town and reaping some profit with the spoils they had managed to collect throughout their journey. "Hey... what's that?" Having been walking with her head down, idly scanning the well-worn cobblestones of the roadway, it was a fluke that Kifi Hara had looked up when she did. A very fortunate one, however, as upon raising her navy-blue tinted gaze Kifi Hara found her eyes falling upon a strangely shaped figure lying in the grass. Though the shape was close enough to see quite obviously it was far enough away to force Kifi Hara to stop and think for a few moments, straining her squinting eyes and sleepy mind to figure out exactly what that was lying out in the grass. As soon as she had figured it out, however, Kifi Hara's impulsiveness kicked into high gear as it so often did and her feet were moving before her brain even had a chance to process what was happening. "Ki, wait!" Eyes widening in horror Cecelia, called out to Kifi Hara in hopes to rouse her from her thoughtless actions. Though the Selkie didn't seem even to hear Cecelia, the young woman's cry did get the attention of the oldest of the group, a Clavat named Mirabelle. "What do you think you're doing?" Managing to figure out what had happened as soon as she'd poked her blonde head out of the caravan Mirabelle was on her feet, chasing after Kifi Hara even as she spoke. Cecelia desperately clambered after the two, grabbing their tiny crystal fragment as she scrambled to reach Kifi Hara before she poisoned herself in a bout of nobly intentioned idiocy. Adrenaline pumping, Kifi Hara barely noticed the burn of the miasma until she'd reached the body laying on the ground. It didn't take too long for her to calm down a little one she did though, and the lack of oxygen combined with the overwhelming pain of the miasma soon began to overwhelm her. Eyes bulging as her lungs desperately tried for air, Kifi Hara couldn't be more grateful for the protection of the crystal when her friends reached her a moment later. Hand clasping her heart Kifi Hara found herself gasping in the purified air, hardly able to pay attention to Mirabelle's lecture. "There's a body." After allowing herself a few moments to recover from the effects of the miasma, Kifi Hara stood slowly, a little shakily, and turned attention to the fallen individual before the three of them. "Ki, come on. You know that this happens sometimes. It's not pretty, but that's what miasma does--" Kifi Hara quickly grew irritated with her friends speech and cut her off, pointing emphatically at the body, "They're alive!" Kifi Hara wasn't sure how she knew that the person was alive. She'd not checked their pulse nor looked hard enough to see if slight breaths still moved their chest. Still, somehow she just knew. "Look!" Seeing her older companion's mouth part to object once more Kifi Hara snapped again, surprising both of her companions with her ferocity. Cecelia was the first to act after that, dropping to her knees to get a better look at the person, lying still in the grass. Cecelia wasn't a renowned doctor, exactly, or anything even remotely close to the sort. She was, however, the closest thing the three merchants had to a medic. Working to check Kifi Hara's claim, a few tense moments passed by. Time had never seemed to move so slowly before. It felt like a short eternity had passed before Cecelia turned her head towards her companions, though what felt like forever was hardly a minute in reality. "They're alive." Shock overwhelmed Mirabelle's pale features for a moment before determination kicked in. Ignoring a simultaneously victorious and irritated 'I told you so' from her Selkie friend, Mirabelle quickly moved to action. If this person wasn't dead they had to do everything in their power to assure that they stayed that way. "Bring them into the caravan. Quickly! We'll do all we can, but we need to get him to a town." The girls didn't waste time following that order, doing their best to hoist up the unconscious person and bring them back to the caravan, all hoping that their efforts would not ultimately end up being in vain.