Cecil was definitely the least likely person in the group to know how to do anything productive on this trip such as make a tent or provide them with sustenance. He didn’t really have much of a use in the group apart from being the one who was not entirely willing to give up and leave everything to everyone else. He did want to learn and even if he didn’t know what it was he could do to help he still wanted to try. Setting up camp was something these people required, but he would need help understanding how he was supposed to do such a thing when Amuné showed signs of being unable to do so too too. He knew they needed help to make this, but with one unwilling to help he wondered whether it was a danger to set up a tent. She was probably more capable than either of them to set it up and yet she was sitting out. Hearing Ethan tell him his worries were empty he stared at him for a moment before looking off to Nymira, curious as to why she might be sitting out.

Gazing over at Nymira as Ethan asked her for help he waited patiently until she was willing to get up, smiling a little before sighing. She was certainly full of herself it seemed, he couldn’t even understand why and yet Ethan and Amuné were tolerating it. He didn’t understand all this clan stuff or Princess stuff, she was just another person to him. Slowly tilting his head he soon gasped when she insulted him, looking down at himself quickly before pulling at his shirt. He thought he looked pretty alright, or at least he felt alright in the clothes he was in. Feeling a little hurt by her comment and self-conscious about what he was wearing he shuffled on his feet, frowning as he heard her simply insult Ethan’s good mood before coming on over.

He didn’t know if he was going to like travelling with her if she was going to be like that. She was awfully mean to them for no reason. Looking to Amuné before down at the gear for making a camp he stared at it for a moment, wondering how it might be constructed as it was just now. Narrowing his gaze a little he gasped when Nymira spoke to him again, looking at her before moving away a few steps. So she didn’t know how to make a tent either it seemed, and yet she was getting on at them for being unable to. “I have only been alive for a few months, you have been alive for many years”, he spoke, looking back to the tent’s parts, “I have never had any need to make a tent…” Judging by the pieces of the tent and how large the canvas structure was there was probably a solution to this that ended with them retrieving a canvas.

Curious to what a tent looked like he had to investigate, moving over to the pile of rods and the canvas structure and analysing it. For some reason the setup looked familiar to him, so now it was time to figure out how it all worked. Looking over it curiously he soon bent down, placing the rods where he thought they went and judging the canvas structure to see what he could create. Placing the pieces together and locking them in tight he pulled at the tent’s structure before moving back, staring at what he had created. “Is this a tent?” he asked, pointing to the now completed tent. He didn’t know what he had made and hoped it was right, he was just thinking through the possibilities of the placed pieces, thinking of their importance and how they might work together.