"Well, yes, most things will." Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a bitch in the mean time. Still, she trusts him to know his own body, what it can and can not handle. "I suppose a small chunk out of your hide is a fair trade for all of his. He looks a bit like a pig. Maybe he tastes like bacon." Even if he doesn't, it's a hell of a lot of meat. Spices and chilis will make up for a whole lot. "So you grab him, then, and I'll get..." The mushrooms are a little higher up than she can reach, and the benefit of the tree she threw them up was that her throw wouldn't be hampered by any branches. That also means there's nothing to climb.

Right. "Give me a boost, first? Then you grab him. We'll have whatever-the-fuck-that-is curry." They'll be able to afford much better with this haul of mushrooms, but she's got a tendency toward frugality. Making things stretch. Also, there's something about living a little rough, about keeping herself from being entirely comfortable, it keeps her edge sharp.