[... They really are petals. Even though she knows they will be, it is still so... discombobulating. They are... so gods damned tiny. But after a moment of quiet shock at the reminder, she woodenly reaches out and takes a petal from him. It so soft in her hands. It rips easily as she tears off a more manageable piece.]

... I found a berry trellis, earlier. If you are skilled at climbing, and not afraid of heights, we might pair to bring one back to camp tomorrow.

[They were raspberries, and the drupes were easy to pluck off one by one into meal-sized pieces. But that sort of thing, forging and securing the camp... In comparison to their real goal...

She delays mentioning it by placing the petal in her mouth.

Ah. It's not terrible.]