Shortfang mumbled more and didn't seem like he wanted to get up. "Shortfang sore... Shortfang sleep more..." Pylia was getting impatience as she rolled up her bedroll and wielded it menacingly. "I'm sure beating him with a bedroll won't hurt him too badly, right Sylvia?" Pylia seemed to only be asking you to threaten Shortfang, but it's possible that she's also looking for your permission to lay a smack down. The others at least were able to muster themselves easily enough, and Muriel began cooking some sort of roasted meat with nuts and berries.