Verloren stared up at the tree, tilting his head to the side for a few moments as he watched Lu sit down beside the tree, wrapping his arms around himself under his cape. The teen tilted his head to the side a bit, slowly lifting a hand up to lightly tap his chin, trying desperately to not touch the leaves that had been carefully placed on his face to stop him from touching the wounds. They stuck extra well due to the medication he had applied before, but now it sort of itched.

"[color=00aeef]I think you can return to being  dragon if you want. It might be a bit difficult with all the trees and the bushes and stuff, but you'll be a lot warmer. But I can have a fire going here in just a few minutes, gotta' collect sticks and stuff. Flint is in my bag somewhere too.[/color]" Ver mumbles, quickly starting to fumble around with his bag as he brought it around to his left side so he didn't have to strain his face as much to get a better look inside the bag and its various small pockets. 

"[color=00aeef]Uhm. How is your wound doing?[/color]" He asked, still rummaging around in his bag for the flint.