"[color=00aeef]Bu-...alright then![/color]" Verloren said with a soft huff as Lu dove into the river. He wasn't sure if his companion knew how to swim, but after he popped his head above the water and dove back down, he figured he wouldn't drown at least. Sometimes dragons were lucky and just knew some things instinctively, he guessed. Offering a small shrug after Lu dove back into the river, Ver lifted a hand to lightly rub at the bandage covering over the cut on his cheek. With it covered like this, it felt a lot better. He was sure it would be a few days, but it would be fine and his fever would subside all on its own.

But he wasn't sure if Lu would be entirely willing to allow him to just wander around with this bit of a fever, even though he had dealt with worse before without medicine. Hm. He'd try to explain it after the dragon finished with fishing... in the meantime, he supposed now was a good time to start a fire!

Verloren was quick on his feet. He grabbed some sticks nearby and quickly began to dig out a small pit with his hands. It didn't take him too long to set up the sticks like a small tent, putting some rocks around the bottom of it before he tossed some dry leaves into the mix as he began to dig around in his bag for the flint once again. It was here somewhere, he knew!