Did she fantasize about things? Was there anything she'd fantasized about the found the reality much dimmer? Lichen didn't know. The only thing she yearned for was the occasional compliment from Aurelle, because it made her feel happy, but she couldn't say she fantasized about it; which was the whole truth, and she wasn't lying to herself about it, not in the slightest. But, those were usually as good as she imagined. "I like us too."

Lichen tittered, a bright snickering laugh. "More important than hot deer? I think it'd be best to save those sorts of strong statements until after you've had the hot deer. You might change your mind." Her voice was light with a playful teasing. Not that she believed Aurelle would ditch her for hot deer, but the mental image was plenty humorous enough.

Then she thought to ask, "Did you want to sit a little longer?"

Lichen's tail tip wriggled, unable to contain her delightful feeling of silliness. She'd be almost tempted to ask how much Aurelle was willing to bet on it, not that it would've been of any consequence, since she couldn't think of a single thing they didn't already share.

Ah, the cherimoya. The fruit had completely slipped her mind after she'd got overwhelmed by mycelium chatter, it made her wonder if the ones that sprouted on her so frequently had been part of that conversation. More traitorous things living on her body. "It isn't squashed, is it? Or bruised?" After her panic, she wouldn't be surprised if it had got a little mushed up, not that she didn't have faith in Aurelle to keep it safe.

"Maybe it will stay good if the skin isn't damaged." Lichen suggests, lifting her head up, not that she has any idea where the fruit is. "It could be good to check, while we're sat. It can't roll away as far."

Lichen was thankful she hadn't thought to open her mouth before waiting a little more. At first, she'd thought the sound to be Aurelle doing an odd impression of her, perhaps as a joke or to mock her concern over the fruit. Both rather silly outcomes, it was when the acrid smell hit her senses that it occurred to her, this wasn't a joke. Or at least not a good one, she'd never consider losing your food a good joke, you usually needed that to survive.

"Oh. Oh dear." She said, surprisingly calmly. As if she'd just been told the weather would be cold today, opposed to her friend being unwell. She just had the sense not a panic in a situation like this, even if her gut tensed with worry, worrying outwardly over Aurelle wouldn't make her feel any better; especially if Lichen sounded panicked.

Lichen rose to her feet, trying to avoid stepping in the mess by walking around where the smell wasn't so strong. "I'm not leaving, but I think I remember there was water over here." She calls over. Water would at least get the nasty taste out of Aurelle's mouth, she thought, unaware that may not be very helpful at the moment.

Once her two front feet splashed into the small stream, she sat back on her haunches. Without another way to carry the liquid, she moved her two front feet together. Cupping them as best she could to scoop up a meager handful of water. With the weight of her tail, she could stay relatively upright without issue; the challenge would come from moving like this...

It wasn't easy, she swayed and staggered off course. Her footsteps were heavy and clumsy, and she lost most of the water she'd been trying to bring over. By the time she setting down back on her haunches by Aurelle, there was barely a mouthful left. "I've brought you some water, when you're ready." She spoke softly.

"And don't feel embarassed, I can't see it." Lichen added, in a poor attempt to lighten the mood.

Lichen remained sat, unable to tell Aurelle's choices without much verbal confirmation. So she remained sat, water cupped in her big, lizard hands. She'd almost look like a statue that someone may leave an offering at for good fortune, if she were a little greyer.

It wasn't until the zap and confirmation that water wasn't the answer, that she dropped the handful unceremoniously where she sat; away from where Aurelle was. Her nose wrinkled as the picture came a little more into focus, magic, again. She gave the lightly zapped hand a little wriggle, but she otherwise felt fine compared to the fresh hell Aurelle was likely going through.

"Do you know what you need?" Lichen murmured softly. Aurelle had been unwell before, sometimes when they ate something they weren't too certain about. But the magical sort of unwellness wasn't usually the cause. So, she was at a loss. With no way to clean anything or remove the bacteria, she didn't know what to do with herself. "Can I touch?" She asked over Aurelle, not aware that she'd slumped over.

They really weren't good at this bountying stuff.

Lichen tilted her head downwards, turning one of her ear holes towards Aurelle to catch the words she was saying. Lots of things, like mushrooms but not. That was new. But, the sensation of being taken really far, was not. So, she thought back on the things she would've liked when it happened to her. Well, the top need had been to run away, but she didn't want Aurelle to leave, not while she was so unwell.

It was tough, you couldn't simply get rid of sensations. Well, you could, Lichen had heard of certain hallucinogenic spores, but that seemed like a poor time to start delving into other things that could change the senses. Lichen let out a small sigh through her nostrils, now wasn't the time to stand here frozen, but she couldn't think of anything at all helpful to do.

"Would you like to leave?" Lichen offered, perhaps being away from the source of it all would help. "You could lay on my back, I'm certain there's room." She continued, perhaps unaware of the rigid scales there, even if they were covered by a blanket of mushrooms.

She winced to herself, this didn't feel like the right thing, but it's the only idea she had. So, she slumped down next to Aurelle, avoiding the smelly parts around her. Putting her head down, not too unlike a dog sprawled out on the floor. In reach, but never touching.