Rinoa was pretty certain that she shouldn't be trusting any of the plants until told otherwise, but she felt like she was accomplishing nothing just walking around. Her hands had to stay busy. She had to gather something as proof that she could contribute to a situation way outside of her expertise. But she looked from one to the other and thought about how much worse it would be if she brought back something poisonous.

She sighed and ran fingers through her hair, starting to turn around head back to the village. Only to see a familiar form she'd know from miles away. "Squall!" Her mood lifted and she started to walk toward her, an echo from a distance at the moment, and walked right into a couple of dust moths. Wrinkling her nose, Rinoa waved them out of her face, coughing as she breathed right in their powder in the process. She kept walking, because she was ....

She was going somewhere. To someone. She'd been doing something else. Oh no, not again. This was familiar, but at least she was in charge of her own limbs. Rinoa was definitely moving, but to where, she couldn't remember. She stopped where she stood, dark eyes blinking away the last residue of powder. She hovered there in indecision, too distracted to look up from where she was to see him now.