[They must look insane. Two women walking out of the fire to the south, smoke billowing over their heads, just clutching each other and laughing. The whole city is burning and they just can't help but laugh, leaving the panic behind them.

But Lucretia starts to cough and Lup's laughter cuts out immediately, worry knitting it's way between her brows again. She looks about ready to scoop the other woman up herself and carry her home, but Lucretia shoves her instead and Lup's concern quickly fades. She's fine. Everything is going to be alright.] Fair. My fire is hella more convenient.

[By the time that Lucretia is going for the brag, Lup rolls her eyes but continues supporting her friend on the path southbound, taking a slower pace than she'd usually like.] You know, I really should have seen this coming. I mean, you already have one death under your belt because you couldn't leave your shit behind.