"And I will do as much as I can, despite my lack of combat abilities. Perhaps I can confuse the foe by somersaulting around." It would be about the only thing that Sesselav could to do help. Now she really wished she had thought about taking some form of combat, even if it was just learning how to stab people with a small dagger or something like that. Though, now that she thought of it, if something got close enough, she could probably ram her crowned head into some vital area. Ugh. How...barbaric would that be? Head-butting someone to death? She was sure she couldn't stoop that far.
Then again, if it helped to save Hasea and herself, well, she was sure she could try something.
"We will just keep walking, and see what tomorrow brings us." She told her friend simply as she continued on beside her. There wasn't going to be much that could be done about the rain now. It wasn't as if Sesselav knew any magic spells, or really...any magic. She had seen humans perform magic before, some called them divine miracles, but Sesselav just knew that it was the use of energy or mana, whatever they wanted to call it at the time.
Sesselav looked to her friend as she commented about the bugs, her finger covered with some sort of ick from crushing one. "Maybe...maybe they are sending just a few back, before they return to the carcass." One could hope after all right? Sesselav wanted to keep her spirits up, and she rather enjoyed Hasea when the bugs were gone. She looked so...happy when they were gone. However, it seemed that the time outside of the swarm would be lost. Sesselav could only wonder how else she could help her friend.
That particular thought was broken as Sesselav stopped, scanning all around her. There was a smell, a very natural smell, but at the same time, one that wasn't very regular for Sesselav. It appeared different in her eyes as well. She knew what this could possibly be. "I believe we may find ourselves in luck." Sesselav said as she began to run forward. The scent was slightly erratic, but with her keen senses Sesselav found what she was looking for. Amongst some of the taller grass of the grasslands, Sesselav was kneeling, pulling at some thick and wider stalks of grass. At the other end were slightly small red bulbs of sort, though that appeared more to be dirt and the skin of the vegetable. "Onions Hasea. Six of them!" Sesselav was actually quite proud of herself, the details had been minute in her senses, but she had picked them up none the less.
Happily, the ant queen held the six onions up by their long stalks, an absolute grin on her face. Well, as much of a grin as she could possibly manage.