Despite the fact the immediate area was filled with the inert, occasionally-twitching corpses of the Sanjithon, the young emissary sighed a second time and caught her breath as she finally had the time to become aware of her own physical condition. The wounds that had been inflicted on her were not life-threatening alone, and in this situation of peace, but a particular streak across her bare arm had been leaking red for at least a minute now, and at a surprisingly (if not worryingly) quick pace. She noticed, too, that it was beginning to sting. As she dug into her small inventory--a pouch containing only the most basic assortment of items for a journey like this--Layamy heard Reve's voice from somewhere near. Even though his intentions were as clear as the unnatural liquid she could command by lineage, the playfulness in his tone dared to cleave down the pressure they had been subjected to. And it was not like the Sleepwalker was not right, for Layamy was indeed trying to not show weakness... especially not when a not-too-confident Reve was accompanying her for this mission. "Hey, now!" she giggled lightly, finding one of the few vials of Clear Water at touch and pulling it out into view. It was little, of cylindrical shape and glass make, and the liquid inside almost appeared to illuminate her face due the concentration. It was in reality a negligible, almost irrelevant amount of Clear Water, but perfect to tend to minor injuries without using up the more important resources. "I-I guess we're even now, huh?" Still, the part about the Sanjithon appearing puzzled her. It was not completely impossible to encounter one at the Season of Fog, but such circumstances were deemed very rare... So perhaps they were the ones who had pulled the short straw in the game of fate, this time. Layamy uncorked the vial with a flick of her thumb and poured the contents to the cut, and the beneficial effects manifested almost immediately as it appeared to soak into her skin, regenerating it. She placed the empty vial back into the pouch, rummaging minutely for a second one to toss to Reve. "...But they are supposed to be unlikely." she muttered this audibly enough with glance to the dead monsters laying eerily around them. A minor inconvenience, at the most... "Hey wait, where are you? Get this." she called, indicating the object at hand by waving it. If he could even see it, that is.