To Marik's disappointment the weak but warm sunlight faded only a few moments later, being taken away by a stray cloud. His bear form made him feel tired in the cold, perhaps some calling to hibernation, so he shifted back and observed Nadia for a moment. While he didn't really care for company this was really the only place aside from camp that he could sit by a fire and he certainly wasn't ready to return there yet. Nadia seemed like the quiet sort at least, and interesting in some way. Perhaps it was in her accent. "I would not suppose you have a flint? Or a match?" He gestured to where a fire had once burned, intending to start it up once more.