Looking up to Leland, Tegwaret pulled a half-smile, realizing that he hadn't seen Leland in quite a number of days. "No...I think I can take care of it. If I gut them out now and skin them now, I get I could salvage them, although..." He sniffed, a lingering and softer version of the decay coming from somewhere around him. He looked down at his clothes and without a second thought, rolled his eyes and laid back down onto the cool grass.
"My clothes are ruined." Staring up at the rising sun in the sky, he sighed hard and settled. Half-heartedly, embarrassed, he spoke without looking to Leland. "How are you, Leland?"