Caving in to each other PRIVATE

"The sooner you get past your pride and just accept that we need help, the sooner we can get out of this gods-damned place." Tamrie said, staring down the Trailmaster as best she could, despite her shorter stature.
"I suppose having someone with even an inkling of what is in these caves would be useful leading us." Trailmaster Rene said, grimacing at the look on Tamrie's face. "But you will be watched. And if I suspect you are leading us into danger... I assume you can imagine what will happen." She added, and gestured for one of the guards to cut Amaya free. He did so, and it did not go unnoticed among the other humans. Many of them looked on with longing, and a few even glared as though she had betrayed them somehow.
"Tamrie, since you seem to be able to stand the human, she will be staying with you at all times. You're all dismissed. We will be leaving in a few hours."

Tamrie shot an appreciative glance at Amaya, and said "Amaya has a point. Making obvious threats just distances you more from someone who has already agreed to work with you. This hostility will get you no where."
The trailmaster narrowed her eyes, a rather bitchy (sorry, it's true) look on her face. "I said, you are dismissed. This conversation is over. When you are needed, I will summon you."
Tamrie rolled her eyes, and beckoned for Amaya to follow her. She headed to the little border of guards, who stood back to let the two through. It seemed Xephyros and the trail master were staying in the temporary jail, and had already moved on to another person to interrogate them.
After they had gotten out of earshot of the guards, Tamrie hissed "She's probably keeping him with her to motivate them to talk. I suppose a hybrid and one of the only prominent magic users in our clan is a rather important pawn." The elf ran her hand through her hair, taking it out of the bun and letting it fall to her hips. She combed through it with her fingers as they walked, before beginning to braid it. "I just can't stand her. If only... Ugh... If only you hadn't picked to attack then. And there wasn't a cave-in. Maybe we could have..." Tamrie glanced around carefully. 'I better just keep my mouth shut. I'm not sure if it even matters anymore, but on the off chance anyone survived.' she thought.

"Hey, to be fair, if you hadn't almost been killed by that cave-in... I probably would have attacked you. But I'm glad I didn't have to kill you. You're pretty good at pissing Rene off, and that's fine by me." Tamrie said, smirking. "Maybe if we get lucky those bats will get her."

"Our social systems can get quite... Complex. Especially with a group as new as ours." Tamrie explained. "But there are more important things to do. Could you help me make that ointment for Xephyros? I think we just need some of that fungus..." she spotted some, and scraped it off of the wall with her knife. "and a bowl."

"Perhaps we could beg some dish off of anyone who managed to grab one..." Tamrie said, looking around the few campfires to see if anyone was eating out of a bowl. It seemed a nearly hopeless search, but then she spotted one of the few merchants that had survived drinking out of a chalice. "How about a cup? That would work, right?" she asked, heading towards the man.
"What would you be willing to trade for that?" Tamrie asked, pointing at the cup. It was actually rather fine, some sort of silvery metal with jewels embedded and various swirly engravings.
"Oh, this?" the merchant asked, raising the goblet. "It's a beautiful piece, and made of some pretty pricey materials. Each jewel alone has been valued at hundreds of gold pieces. There is a reason I keep it on me at all times, and I doubt the likes of you has enough money to even look at it for very long." he said, sneering at the girls.

The merchant's face fell at the sight of the knife, and after only a moment's hesitation he held the cup out, still half filled with wine. "I suppose it has little value in a place like this. I'd rather get out of here with my life than the small chance we get out of here and I find someone to buy it." he muttered.
"Thank you," Tamrie said, though it seemed to be directed toward Amaya rather than the salesman. She took the cup, looked it over, and said "This thing could fit a chicken!" before going to drink the wine, then thought better of it. Perhaps it would be useful later for disinfecting wounds. She sat down on the other side of the fire, and set the cup down before taking off her pack. First she removed her flask, and unscrewed the lid. It had a bit of water left, and she drank it, then carefully poured the remaining wine from the cup into the flask, screwing it shut again. She then pulled the flowers from earlier, placing them next to the goblet.
"So... I don't remember what you said at all. Something about crushing the flowers???" Tamrie guessed, looking over to Amaya.

"Oh, yeah!" Tamrie said, leaning over to a nearby rock and breaking off what looked like odd white and brown scales growing on it. "This fungus, right? I was just testing if you lied earlier. I guess you pass." she said, trying to play off the fact that she'd forgotten as well. She dropped it in the bowl and started crushing it with her knife. It just turned it into smaller pieces that were harder to hit. Maybe if she added some water? "Well, I just used the last of my water... You have any?"

"Whatever you say. So then what would happen if I made the mix with wine?" Tamrie asked, holding up her flask.

"Well... I suppose I can just get some cave water, then, but if I lose my hand to some weird creature living in that pool..." Tamrie said, looking over to a large underground pond across the space. She'd heard tales of strange fish that dwelled deep underground, and could only hope this wasn't deep enough. They probably wouldn't have built a mine here if that was the case, right? She stood, taking the chalice with her to get the water since her flask was still full of wine. She got water from as far out as she dared to go in the small pond, not wanting to get dirty shore water. The water was mostly see-through, though seemed to be slightly glowing a light green. When she got out of the water, luckily unharmed, her pants were wet and her boots were covered in a strange mucus-like substance that glowed as well.
"I don't know what in all the gods' names I just stepped in, but I never want to touch it again." she said, sighing.
"I'll buy those shoes off of you for twenty pieces of silver!" one of the merchants at the fire called.
"No thanks, I'd rather not kill my feet trying to get through this mine." she told the woman, returning to trying to finish this poultice. She began grinding the flowers up with the end of her knife, occasionally looking up to Amaya to be sure she wasn't doing it wrong.

"It's fine, I survived. I already got some." Tamrie said, moving on to grinding up the fungus. "So are those flowers squashed well enough? Do I add them to the water now?"