Faolan nodded again, focusing as he pulled the line toward the fish he was aiming for. So, it seemed the boy's vision was like a snake's as well, based on heat. He had read that in a nature book once, and now Aurel was proving this to be true. It seemed the child was quite the little hunter, Faolan looked forward to seeing what he was capable of once his strength returned.

The two passed the rest of the afternoon like this, sitting on rocks, enjoying the sound of the wind as it swayed through the trees. Aurel ended up catching another fish, slightly larger than the first and Faolan had to help him keep hold of it as it was liable to pull the rod right out of his hands. Faolan caught three in total, all rather large for a lake of this size. 

Once they were done, they packed up and walked the few hundred feet back to camp. Aurel had built up enough strength to walk short distances, and Faolan wanted to get him walking as much as possible as soon as possible. The child still needed some help, so he sometimes gripped Faolan's pants or sleeve as they walked about for balance and support. The Irishman prepared the fish for cooking and eating, showing Aurel how to clean and de-bone it. He learned that the child mostly had eaten his food raw, but had never seen the act of actual cooking before, so he showed him that too.

About halfway through, Lucien returned from work just as Faolan was finishing dinner. He looked up as he heard a rustling in the trees, but smelled the sweet scent of Lucien's skin and immediately relaxed. He smiled over at the Frenchman as he approached, as always, happy to see him home. [color=a36209]"Punctual, as always,"[/color] he said, turning his attention back to the task at hand. He wanted to get up and hug his lover, but held back for the sake of Aurel's presence.