"Miss Kate? Hello?"
He'd been trying to wake her up for some time now. Calling her, shaking her, and even pouring water on her had all failed. After yesterday, last night, and the last time he tried it, there was no way he'd consider holding her mouth and nose again. He contended himself with the fact that she was still breathing, though he could smell alcohol on her breath, and not exactly a small amount either.
As a matter of fact, she'd emptied his flask, which was mostly full. Fortunately, it wasn't anything terribly strong, but based on how she generally carried herself, he assumed that drinking wasn't a regular pastime for her, especially when constantly being on the lookout for those seeking to gain from her head.
While they weren't in a particular hurry, Emil did want to set out for the day. They'd changed their direction at their earliest possible convenience as the god of wind suggested. They likely would've reached some sort of settlement had they not been attacked. Given a bit more time and more fitting circumstances, they could've found the bandit hideout, but without a donkey, they would likely be unable to carry whatever they recovered.
Emil made do with their weapons, as well as whatever coins, food, and alcohol they had on hand. This had the immediate effect of fixing their money problems, as the thugs had a notable amount of money on them.
Kaitlyn rolled over and grumbled, scratching her rump and continuing to snore.
"You sleep just like Hienz" he chucked to himself. He busied himself with collecting additional foodstuffs and repackaging their 'new' belongings for travel. Moments later, Kaitlyn shot up, causing Emil to enter a battle stance. She immediately attempted to remove her pants before Emil alerted her to his presence.
"Be sure to drink some water after your piss, and pick a tree, at least. I don't need you throwing fire at me for something that's your fault."
Her head snapped to his direction, reregistered the situation, and immediately turned red to her ears, before dashing off behind the nearest tree, on unsteady legs.
"You must really have to go if you didn't even bother to get out of earshot."
"Can we not have this conversation right now, or at all?"
"You set yourself up for that when you only went around the closest tree."
"Well I'm not going to piss myself."
"I can clearly hear that you didn't." Indeed, they had been close enough that he could hear everything. Fortunately, it was only a piss. "Breakfast is sitting next to the fire, after you wash up. Wait... how do you wash up?"
"Ugh, can just skip this conversation altogether?! If you really must know, I simply use fire. My hands don't stay dirty after a generous roasting. And how might you wash up?"
He could hear her pull her pants up, buckle and fasten whatever needed to be, and step from behind the tree, hands aflame.
Emil's left eye went alight, and water formed around his hands. "Same way as you, with a different element, I guess?"
"Oh, that's fair. I suppose travel would be hard without the use of magic. How would a non-saint manage, though?" Kaitlyn mused.
"I think there was a basic spell to pull water from air, or something for those who use general water magic. Booze also works, but that would be a waste. Outside of that... I don't want to think about it." Emil paused for a moment, "On that note, I'll clean the weapon handles..."
Kaitlyn made a disgusted face. "I'm sure that lot wouldn't have bothered even they were in town."
"...Most don't."
"I truly could've gone the rest of my life not knowing that."
"There's a reason people bump fists instead of shaking hands when in the slums."
"I'd seen it, but never really given it any thought."
"If you had to stay indoors or away from most people, then it makes sense you couldn't have thought about it."
"...that is true..." Kaitlyn paused, and Emil found himself on the receiving end of a rather inquisitive stare. "You're awfully thoughtful for an assassin."
"Assassin or not, growing up in alleys, taverns, and brothels makes you learn people. What they like, hate, how they think, and so on. It's a lot easier to avoid a fight if you try thinking from their side."
Kaitlyn gave his response a nod of approval, then smirked, "Do you ever think from the side of people you killed, or nearly killed?"
"To quote you, 'Can we continue this conversation later, or not at all?'"
There was a pause which lasted for both moments and an eternity, until... "Oh... uhm... yeah..."
Cleanse everything with fire.