Mortis rolled back over lazily to her stomach, watching as Max built the fire. When it was built, she didn't really move. She enjoyed it being cool outside, but after a while the cool began to chill her, so she crawled over to the fire and plopped back down on her belly. She watched Moon as she tried to breathe fire again, only to let out a bunch of smoke. She sat up and leaned brought her palm to her chin, leaning on it. "Moon, if it makes you feel better, I'm no good with my book either. I'm no hero. I mean, look at this rag tag group." Mortis looked down, half realizing what she said could be taken wrong. To lighten the mood, she took in a deep breath and puffed out into the dirt causing a cloud of dust to kick up. "I can't breathe fire either. Hell, yesterday we couldn't even start a fire" she coughed between laughs, waving the dust with her free hand. She adjusted her bag to where it was on its side again reaching out to pet Moon. She didn't know why she felt compelled to comfort the dragon, she supposed it was because Moon didn't really hold anything against her at the moment.