She wouldn't feel sorry for him, she'd admire him. It takes some serious guts to step forward willingly and embrace death.

"They do," she nods. "They ask Rastus to order for the items they need such as clothes, weapons, foods and spices, all kinds of gadgets and materials. You could order seeds as well." She keeps digging around the dirt, making sure the last seed of cucumber she planted earlier is covered and properly warmed up. Then she stands, dusting her hands off.

"Solar lamps?" She squints at him. "UV... is that some kind of magic?"