Private Finished Gathering the reagents

"Well, we can have a look around. Maybe Mr Frodo can find us some unicorns while we grab the rest."

Wednesday wasn't feeling as tired as she thought she would by the time she had everything, so she didn't mind returning the favour while she was here. She snapped her fingers, and the cat suddenly shifted its form, changing into a small crow. It cawed once, before taking off into the air.

"Lead on, then."

Sunday followed along behind her, adjusting her coat and pulling it tightly around her as she walked. She found herself, she realised, running out of things to talk about again. She watched the older witch curiously as she followed, she was a pretty mysterious figure, Wednesday wondered if her stoic demeanour was something she did on purpose or whether she was just like that.

Eventually, she heard her familiar speaking in her mind again.

"The unicorns are that way." She pointed in a direction. "They're kind of a long walk though."

Wednesday nodded, following after her, calling her familiar back to help her look around the ground for more of the hairs. Even though they were moving at a relatively normal pace, she found herself breathing a little heavier the longer they walked, the uneven footing of the forest making it a little more difficult for her.

"So um...what are you gonna be making with these?" She asked, a bit out of breath. "Something with the forge?"

"Huh, so it's not just weapons then? Sounds useful..."

She trailed off, before coming to a stop. She put one of her arms against a nearby tree, needing a moment to rest. Her familiar, shifting back into cat form, brushed up against her legs.

"Uh...sorry..." She murmured. "I need a minute..."

"N-no no. It's not like this is hard or anything. I'll..."

She sighed, resting her side against the tree, looking frustrated.

"Sorry. I'm just....well, you know how it is. Curses and everything...I'll just head back by myself, you don't need to worry about me."