((Joint-postiness with Quist))
Rayne nodded wordlessly at Kip's command. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary for them, and it certainly wasn't the first time that they'd left following something that Farran had done. Rayne liked and cared for each of his fellow Padawans, but Farran had often tested the boundaries that Kip had set for them and it had caused him to be annoyed more than a few times.
Moving to the tiny kitchen to procure rations, he saw the only female Padawan, Calinn hastily trying to dispose of the stew she'd made. He strode towards her and laid a hand on her shoulder. "There's no need for that, Cali," he said quietly. "We can pack it up and have it on the go."
Calinn turned to look at the tall apprentice. "But Kip said we need to move," she replied.
"Yes, but that's no reason to get rid of your hard work," Rayne reasoned. "Here, let me take care of it. You go get your things ready."
Calinn laid the ladle in her hand down. "Are you sure?"
Rayne nodded. "Go," he said, giving her shoulder a slight squeeze as she moved past him.