It's a shitshow all around. Water, nature...more nature. She's not much up on the many words for describing all the shite things outside of cities are made out of. But the company's good enough- more than good, just looking, even if they haven't talked much. While she's been messing with fire, Sera's been pulling off soaked boots and tunic, hoping they can dry a bit in the cave before they wander back out in the storm.

She tosses over a wineskin (never hurts to have one on hand) with a laugh.

"Whiskey? Drink it, burn it. Can't hurt. But don't know shite about all this outdoorsy load."