"Whichever you wish, dear one, I'm sure we'll have time for it all eventually." Scavenging could be a strange affair. Sometimes one found something valuable, or simply amusing. Other times, nothing. A miserable end with miserable results. And other times, there were small things. A good length of cord pulled from a tunic's lacing. A single glove, taken to be disassembled and patched into his own at a later date. Tabards cut to ribbons, so that they could be boiled and used as bandages.

And a whetstone, so that Ayatan could have her own. Normally he'd take less than this, but with another to care for, one who'd proven herself eminently capable of getting into trouble, he was being particularly thorough.