"It's not just that..." She said, in faux amusement. "...as a child, I must have taken in enough venom to nearly be immune to it by now. Or so, I'd think anyway..." Andante gave an apathetic shrug, and turned to make her way toward the small fire that had been lit where the others were resting. She sat, cross legged, and warmed her hands over the short flames, all the while awkwardly stretching and flexing her arm where it had been healed. The muscles felt tight and sore, and she could feel the tension as it tried to stretch, but the stinging tenderness warned her not to push it too far just yet.
From her satchel, she produced a cloth and a small bottle of oil, which gave off a powerful floral scent, and began cleaning her blades carefully. Perhaps, she thought, she was too careful sometimes with them but it was that care that had kept them so long. Meanwhile, she warmed some water over the fire and set to making a small bath of her signature, pungent tea. It had only been a few hours since her last cup, she had figured, but as her body began to settle and calm after the battle she still felt uneasy. The strong smell of the tea mixed with the scent of blood and decay in the cavern a little less than harmoniously and created a rather unpleasant odor. She pursed her lips in slight embarrassment, and tried to ignore it.
She sat in silence and drank the tea as quickly as possible, sheathed her weapons and quickly stuffed her things back into her bag, a little haphazardly; one of the ornate silver clasps didn't quite catch. With a bit of effort she stood, her limbs a little stiff after the initial rush of adrenaline had worn off, and gave her body a long thorough stretch to loosen up. "I'm going to see if I can salvage any arrows..." She said, looking carefully at what remained in her quiver. "...then I'll be ready to move on." As she slung her satchel onto her back the loose clasp let some of the contents shift and something small and shining, an amulet of some sort, fell out and rolled a short distance away. Andante, oblivious, walked toward the carcass of the spider and began prodding around for fallen, salvageable arrows.