Arin nodded at Lucas to confirm his assumption, before finally whittling down the remaining piece of wood in his hand. Arin slid the knife down into it's compartment and slipped it back into his pocket before shoving the pile of wood shavings he had made towards the rest of the spare wood, putting it side by side with the rest of it. 

It was about then that the two other girls had returned, one of which seemed incredibly content with the current situation. It seemed this storm was going to get worse before it got any better. Arin shrugged and proceeded to lie on the cold, hard ground, looking up to see the ornate carvings of what's left of the ruin's ceiling. He pointed at them and began to trace the patterns and pictures in the air, just to pass the time.