>Well, we can finish breakfast first, before our thoughts turn excessively maudlin.
>Where did we leave our pack? If in Kyouko's room, ask her to kindly bring it out to us when she's finished. Please.
>You continue slowly working on your breakfast, the texture of the food on your tongue somehow unpleasant. Blight or no, you still need to you eat. You stifle a yawn; it feels more like you
underslept than overslept. You suppose it's fortunate that you'll have more time to rest up on the ferry, before the hiking starts again in earnest. Maybe you'll even be able to save up some meager ounce of strength for your final trek; if feels like your reserves of energy have sprung a serious leak.
>...final trek.
>The scone leaves a lump in your throat as you swallow. Too dry. Maybe some orange will help.
>You slowly and mechanically make your way through the plate of food, only half-tasting it, and never quite enjoying it. The last plum, you swallow more through pragmatic determination than any actual desire. Kyouko emerges from her bedroom as you do so, carrying a pack nearly as large as your own, and surprisingly sturdy-looking.
>"All done, I think!" She gives it a friendly pat. "More than enough to get us there and back again!"
>Your own pack is currently resting in the corner of the living room; Kyouko must have tidied it out of the way from where you unslung it last night.