"-mmmm."

"You make such cute noises." He should make more of them now.

Cute noises are made! In whatever quantities and volumes Isabella prefers to elicit.

But will he ever finish his sentence?

That really isn't up to him!

Then she supposes she'll simply never find out what he wants permission to do. She has absolutely no way to guess and will languish in ignorance.

A truly tragic outcome.

Alas.

Eventually she settles down and lets his hands go and snuggles up to sleep. "Good night."

"Night."

As usual she mumbles nouns all night.

Yes Lucien has started finding the background nouns relaxing, like white noise if the white noise was generated by an extremely good person who was cuddling you. That metaphor may not entirely work but Lucien is too sleepy to fix it.

And up with the dawn because there are no artificial lights to keep them up at night. It's a pretty dawn.

Even prettier than normal thanks to those rapidly approaching clouds on the horizon.

...she's going to start covering the lean-to with bananish peels. They won't keep, but they're big and look waterproof.

Lucien can help. 

As the storm gets closer they can see strange lightning in the clouds - rather than the ordinary sudden bolts of intense white light the storm has lightning that looks more like a plasma globe, with strands of electricity arching out and lasting seconds at lower intensities.

"...whoa, that's so neat looking and I don't really want to be under it. It's possible we should move this whole setup to lower ground - probably not, we're relatively insulated from fire up here on the rocks..."

"I could check for how often there are fires here when there are storms?"

"...if you do that I'm then going to worry about floods, and animals, and possibly five more things too, and we might have a hard time foraging once the storm gets here, let's go collect our food for the day and stick it out up here. If the lightning looks like it enjoys striking hills I can see it far out enough to dodge out of the lean-to during particularly heavy parts of the storm, if it's not too long."

"Sounds good to me."

Apparently they are not the only ones to think that their location is safer than the forest!

"Hello, chillo," she says, giving it space on the way downhill. Fortunately they nibbled their way through all their food last night, eclipsed are hungry sorts. Pessimistically it wants the peels she's using for weatherproofing, but there's nothing great to do about that.

Actually it wants to curl up in their lean-to!

She'll nudge it out with her cane when they come back with food; there's no good way to keep it out before then.

Okay but what if it curls up and tries to roll back in.

She will play poke-roll with the chillo.