"Tootsie. Naptime's over, doll. C'mon getchur ass up for lunch." he whispers against your ear, nudging your shoulder. You let out a tired grumble, and sit up in the cramped cot in this RV, rubbing your eyes.

"Still tired." you mumble as he's taking your hand and helping you up.

"Yeah? We'll get to sleep nice later when it's dark, dollface. F'now, you gotta eat. Even if yer not hungry, li'l bean in your stomach is." he hums, opening the trailer door for you, holding your hand even as you're slowly stepping down.

The site of the camp is peaceful for now. Everybody moving about, working, cooking, cleaning. Some already sat at the firepit, bowls and spoons in their hands.

"No, no, no, no, nah, you.. don't sit down yet. Wait a sec." Shane urges, stopping you from sitting down on a log, and instead grabs a foldout chair and sets it up.

"There." he sighs, and nudges you to take a proper seat.