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Kaena was strangely quiet and it gave Vieira a chill in her spine as she watched the form up ahead in the cave. Something seemed off but she did not comment or make mention she might have noticed anything. The woman did not want to spark any sort of unwanted action that would make anything go wrong and so as she set the bag on the ground near the back where her bed was, she knelt and began fumbling inside it. Vieira unlatched it slowly and opened, peering inside and tried to decide what to bring out fire. Her hands swept to the blanket and she pulled the matches off and set them neatly in front of her. Her hands grabbed the handful she shoved in her back and put them out too.
The candles were next, they made the most sense, and she sat them by the matches, lining them up neatly as if they were inspected for organization. They were not obscenely large but they would do the job of lighting the place up easily and perhaps bring a ounce of warmth if enough were lit. "I found some dried herbs, too... for cooking," she said quietly and pulled the containers out and set them on the cold cave floor as well as the packs of seeds. She didn't know whether or not the seeds would be of any use or if they were too old to plant. "And I was wondering if it was okay, in the spring, to start a garden nearby so I—we could have them on hand," she said and her eyes found the woman's feet awkwardly.
After the rest was set out on the cave floor, Vieira put her hand back inside where the chain and leash were still located. The chain was faded in color but not quite rusted and the collar was still in good shape, just a little dusty. Her hand quivered as she hovered above it, still having been obliviously to the joke of yesterday, and she pulled them out and tried to make as little sound as possible. They softly clang together and she bunched it up on the cave floor, opposite the blankets.