“Keep it down,” Sephiroth hissed quickly. “The whole camp doesn’t need to know.”
“What is the river water like?” He wondered, quickly wanting to change the subject. “Is it salted or fresh water?” He sighed, reaching out to pick up some of the fish. “Thank you very much for doing that. Seferia will be very pleased to eat something fresh for a change.” He glanced off to the sparse scrubland behind the camp that they had set up for the night.
“I set up traps because I was half-expecting to find rats this morning. But I did not expect to see fish. You have done well.”