"That's okay — or, I mean, it'll kind of suck today, but tomorrow I can make food, like I said." She ate breakfast, it's not like she's never been longer without food. She's not going to demand food from a bunch of starving rebels.

"Uh, can you show me where Clove is so I can try the Remove Disease? And then I guess I can... explain how my magic works, if that'd be helpful?" 

Talking talking-

"Gan, that's him-" Armor guy, "Wants you to give the language to, uh, Badgermole."

One of the other people who ran out of the cave gives a lazy wave; He has shaggy brown hair and a lazy slouch of a posture and a wooden mask painted white and black.

"He... He picked a new name. And then talk to him instead of me about things. It's almost like he doesn't trust me to stay focused or something." She smiles a bit ruefully. "And yeah, we can show you the place. Might as well since you're here and maybe helping."

She waves back. "I'll need to touch him to cast it. Can you, uh, tell him that?"

She tells him that.

Badgermole shrugs and walks forward, saying something that is probably a greeting and taking off a leather glove; His clothes are pretty all-concealing, actually. There is a big scar across the back of his hand, which he presents as a fist.

She puts one of her hands on top of his fist. "Share Language."

"Oh, yikes. Yep that worked." Pause. "-Yeah, it worked," in the common tongue. "Hey hello. Welcome to the party, we got scouting missions, foraging, cold beds, sparring, and if we're lucky- Sneaking into the resort the Fire Nation built and utterly destroying it. You know, aspirational. Some day. I'll give ya the tour?"

Glove: Back on.

She grins back at him. "Sounds good to me! —Uh, I don't know if she mentioned, I can probably heal your sick person."

"Yep, we'll go say hi. By the way, almost everyone with an ounce of power in the Fire Nation probably did shitty things to get it. I got my many scars when the late Lieutenant Morrow Emberstar tortured me after I beat up one of his men who was trying to rape my mom. Unfortunately, not at my hands- A battle against the Earth Kingdom got him."

He heads towards the cave. Lenora, the waterbender, is apparently going with someone else off into the hilly woods with a bunch of large buckets.

"Someday we'll avenge what they've done," she says fiercely. (Assuming this group is telling the truth, but her guess is that they are.)

She follows him towards the cave, then glances at the people with the buckets. "—If they're filling those up with water, I've got Create Water today. Uh, Create Water's not limited the way my Remove Disease spells are."

He nods slowly, once.

"They are. Not far though. Lenora's a waterbender, she can draw it right out of a little waterfall not too far away. Catch 'em on the next trip."

Inside the cave entrance, the structure is regular and even reinforced with pillars. Sort of like a large mine. It's quite dim, with light coming from occarional shafts to the sky. There's a long hallway, and eventually a big common room with a large rectangular raised stove and a bunch of chairs. He points at doorways, a dozen all on this single long hall of a room.

"This is the common room. Armory such as it is, is through there. That's the planning room and Gan's quarters. That door has the cistern and washing areas. Training sand pit through there. General storage there. Workshop there. And those go to individual rooms. Our sick comrade is through that one."

She casts a Light on her holy symbol as they enter and follows him down the hallway, peering at the different locations he points out. "Is it alright if I go in, or do you want to explain things to them first?"

"I'll explain first."

He knocks on the door and speaks through it. Then goes in and speaks a bit longer. Then opens the door again and waves her in. Clove is a slim teenage girl with bright amber eyes. She stares intently.

"...Oh, I think Lenora forgot to ask your name."

"I'm Justice! It's nice to meet you both."

The guy who named himself Badgermole seems to approve of the name "Justice". If his masked posture is any indication.

He says something else to Clove. Clove holds her hand out, trembling as it may be.

She takes her hand.

There's something she can reach for if she tries, a sense of chance bending a tiny bit in her favor for just a moment. She's never been sure whether it actually helps make sure the Remove Disease takes, but it definitely feels like it. She reaches for that feeling, and then as it slips away she makes a gesture in the air with her free hand.

"Remove Disease."

For the past week, even so much as breathing has been a struggle. Doing anything other than laying on her side and carefully focusing on in-and-out makes it worse, a horrible light-headedness. Sometimes she stops breathing at all for a minute or two, failing to cough up thick miserable globs from somewhere deep in her chest. They've been feeding her congee and helping her to the facilities across the hall; She would no doubt collapse and hit her head on bare stone if she tried to do it alone.

This was what was going to do her in: Hunger and chill, like a candle burning slowly away to nothing, knocked over and snuffed out in a muddy pond. She half started wishing for it, thinking that her friend Keiya sees her as a burden, and hoping the chances of making a difference would be better without her.

This charlatan has fooled Badgermole into some weird scheme, and she prepares to tell her what for if she can manage to bring up the words without also bringing up a torrent of pink phlegm.

And then the relief is - not instant - but the coughing fit borne of shocked surprise immediately feels better, and she gulps down greedy lungfuls of air- She has the spare energy to be embarrassed at the filthy state of her clothes and room, and the horrible goo that she's adding- What---?

Badgermole whistles a low tone, impressed.

"I'm assuming it worked?"

"Well, usually when someone almost drowns and coughs up blood for a week, they die."

"Clove, how you feeling?"

"Like shit. Where did you find this soldier lady? Did someone make a deal with spirits or something?"

"Dunno. She just appeared. Maybe the Avatar sent her."

"...Fuckin' Avatar, disappears for a hundred years and..." Cough cough cough!

"I'll say thanks for you. Let someone know if it comes back, yeah?"

"Go tell Keiya I'm better!"

"Yeah, it worked. She says thanks. Let's give her some privacy?"

Nod. "Happy to help!" 

And then she can head back out of the room.

He goes out and knocks on another door.

"Keiya! Mystery Lady healed Clove."

There's a thump from inside, and Badgermole walks back towards the main room.

"I'll show you around the facilities. Depending on what else you can do, we've gotta re-plan everything. Not that the old plans were great, this isn't a complaint!"

Nod nod! "I can tell you more about my magic but I don't know what'd be most helpful to know first, it seems like the... sorcery?... people have here is really different."

"We call it 'bending'. Plus whatever element- So firebending, earthbending, and waterbending. Oh, and airbending. But the Fire Nation killed all the airbenders." This is stated as a droll fact. "Some of us are Earthbenders and Lenora's a waterbender. We thought maybe Clove would figure out Firebending given her dad but it doesn't look like it... You can heal and cure diseases? And do something with water?"

People are chattering at the big table in the main hall, seeming fairly animated. Badgermole goes right past them with a lazy wave of his hand.

"Okay. Uh. I've never explained this to someone who'd never heard anything about how magic works where I'm from before, so tell me if this doesn't make sense. I'm a priestess, which means I get my magic from a god — in my case Calistria, but I think almost all the gods sometimes pick priests, except the really little ones." Lots of places have laws about Calistrian priests, or just make them totally illegal, but it seems pretty unlikely that a bunch of vengeful rebels are going to be bothered. "Uh, I don't know which gods people mainly worship here, if they're different it might be worth going through the ones I know of that don't suck and seeing if they'll choose any of you if you know about them."

This would be so much easier if these people were familiar with the concept of priests that can cast spells, or even just spells.

"Every day I can ask Calistria for some spells — uh, to do that I have to pray to her for an hour, starting at dawn. Spells are... uh...... they're like, specific things you can do with magic? The Share Language I cast on you is a spell, the Remove Disease was a spell. There's a lot of different spells, I can list some of the ones that I know are especially good for fighting but it might also be good if you list things it'd be helpful for someone to be able to do. Most of my spells can only be cast once — or, uh — she can only give me a certain number at each circle every day, and she can give me the same one multiple times but then it counts multiple times towards the total. Uh, a circle is like, how complicated the spell is, higher-circle spells are usually better but not always, I'm third-circle right now. But I also have, uh, we call them 'orisons', which are spells that are so simple I can cast them over and over as many times as I want. The orisons I've got today are Create Water, which, uh, creates water, Light," (she taps her glowing holy symbol) "which makes things glow for a while, Guidance, which... makes people a little better at something they're about to do, that one's kind of hard to explain if you've never had it cast on you, and then Virtue, which makes people a little tougher for a little while. The channel I did earlier's not a spell, I get four of those every day. Some priests get a different kind that hurts people instead, it mostly depends on whether they and their god are Good or Evil or Neutral. —And I can turn some of my spells, not the orisons but the other ones, into healing spells that just heal a single person's injuries. And then there's a couple other things I can do, and a couple things that are more complicated about how priest spells work, but that's most of it.

...Did that make sense?"