"Huh, gruesomely convenient."

"It is! Finding out that it worked for the first time was not that nice, but now that I do..." Shrug.

"I think I can make the death relatively painless, but still. I guess it's your call."

"Or we can decide tomorrow. After a nice night of rest cuddling each other."

"Sounds like a plan."

"Thank you!"

And after drying off, they can settle in for the night?

They definitely can.

It's wet throughout the night, but it gets colder and colder. Their furs are enough to keep the warmth in, and then as morning comes the rain stops and a crisp morning sun's light hits them through the canopy.

They've had worse sleeping conditions. At least they have each other. Henry wakes up early, but only gets up if Taharqi or Thomas are already awake.

Taharqi is definitely already awake, although he's trying to be as quiet as possible as he fusses with some stuff in a box.

Henry presses a hand down on Gabe's chest so he doesn't move. Then he sits up and wordlessly greets Taharqi. The box thing might be private, so he doesn't call attention to it.

Taharqi returns the greeting and eventually pulls some dried and salted strips of meat from the box to hang over the embers of the campfire.

Henry grins. And quietly scoots over towards the campfire. After a moment of scrutinizing the thing, he starts making something with his magical crystals.

Taharqi just shoots him an inquisitive look but continues to smoke the meat.

Henry is creating something to go around the campfire, his signature black crystal but apparently with something white underneath.

After that is done he starts creating a blue metallic kettle.

By that point Thomas starts waking up. He blinks confusedly at his surroundings.

Taharqi notices and offers him a wave and a smile.

"Good morning," Henry says, while also poking Gabe awake. "Do you want some coffee, Thomas? Taharqi?"

Gabe wakes up. Without any preamble he stands up, showing his massive morning wood while stretching.

"Sure."

"I don't think I know what that is," says Taharqi, unashamedly staring at Gabe's wood.

"It's get-awake-juice. And sure, Henry. Isn't making that food that fast bad calorically wise?"

"I am planning to reuse the kettle and most of the volume will be water. Which I won't make."

"Speaking of making water, excuse me, but nature is calling."

"Go answer its call," laughs Taharqi. "I think I will pass on the get-awake water. I'll be fine once I die."

Gabe leaves the tent to do that.