Brick awoke some time after the others. He was out for a bit longer than usual, and he realized that something in his mouth. It was delicious, he thought to himself... Until he realized it was a leaf. He had been munching on the tree in his sleep. Must be the ape in him.

He quickly swallowed the leaf and removed his jury-rigged poke-alarm, and hopped out of the tree to saunter over to the medical tent, where Destin seemed to still be hanging out. The slash across his chest had clotted completely, but he wasn't exactly satisfied with it. He faux-leaned against a tent post, knocked, and greeted the boy.

[color=f26522]"G'morning. Doing better today?"[/color]

He'd have to get some lessons on cleaning wounds. He got the feeling he'd be having to heal himself up an awful lot in the future.