Shayre breathed out as he bend over to get another piece of dry wood, his right arm struggling to keep all the branches and pieces of bark from falling. He eyed the pile of wood next to the tree. Together with the wood in his arms, he thought he had enough to keep a fire going for the night, but he decided to get a bit more just to be sure. He would rather have too much than having to go out in the night to get more...
He shifted the weight of the wood on his arm, feeling it scratch in his skin as it slid back to its original position. [i]Whatever, be stubborn,[/i] he thought to himself, hardly keeping himself from saying it out loud. [i]If I start talking to branches it will be the end...[/i] He grinned as he straightened his back and headed back to the pile to drop off his heavy load.

Talking about the fruits had made him wary of his body, and he noticed he was constantly checking himself for signs of poisoning. Was that the beginning of a stomachache? Was he feeling sick, or just hungry? Was it really normal to start heaving after so little physical exercise? He shook his head and let the branches fall on the ground next to the pile. He was turning himself crazy. There was absolutely nothing wrong with him, at least not beyond the obvious head wound and hunger.

A voice came from some ways behind him, ringing brightly through the air. He turned around to see the girls slowly carrying the shelter his way. [i]"Do you think this is a good spot for the shelter, Shayre?"[/i] The new girl looked at him with her head to the side. She seemed to think this was some kind of field trip, and her voice was full with childlike enthusiasm. Shayre wondered for a while, looking at the tree. [i]"Maybe a bit closer to the tree, so the canopy can deal with most of the water, I doubt our shelter will be completely waterproof..."[/i]

He smiled at the girl before kneeling down next to the pile. Her presence alone lifted spirits, and while he didn't share her apparent enthusiasm, he knew they needed someone around to keep up their morale. After fooling around for a while, trying to come up with a good design for a firestarter, he looked up at the girls, hoping one of them knew how to do it. As he lifted his head, he was just in time to see Jane fall, her eyes rolling up as she hit the floor.

[i]"Fuck!"[/i]
He jumped on his feet, rushing forward at the girl. [i]"Jane? Come on girl, stay with us!"[/i] He shook her by her shoulder to try and wake her up. Her body was limp in his arms, and for a second he thought she could be dead. Panic rushed through his body, and his heart seemed to miss every other beat as he leaned forward. Inspecting her closer, he realized she was still breathing. 

Looking around, he realized something had to be done. She might not be dead, but standing still and celebrating that would not really help her either. He stood up and looked over at the girls. [i]"Luna? I guess the shelter is fine where it is right now, try and get a fire started somewhat close to it, but not too close so it won't set it on fire."[/i] His voice sounded rather calm, at least a whole lot calmer than he felt. He just hoped Luna would know what to do. She seemed to have a basic understanding of how things worked... Maybe she had been a scout before.

[i]"Akuma, help me get Jane underneath the shelter, then I want you to gather moss and leaves for bedding okay? First we'll get one for Jane, then it's our turn."[/i]