Destin hums to himself as he unpacks his pouch, setting leaves out to dry. He sighs quietly, wondering if Paisley would tell anyone about his secret. He hoped not, because that would make things so much more difficult for him. He inspects each leaf, glad they made it back to the camp without getting damaged. He sets a small rock on each leaf to keep it from blowing away if the wind picked up. He then grabs a small broom and sweeps the rest of the leafs and other crud out of his tent. He nods and begins making the cots up, folding and refolding blankets and setting pillows on top of each blanket.