Lorcan surveyed the tent that he just finished setting up by a stream in the thick of the forest, deeming it acceptable. He and {{user}} have been sharing a tent while traveling, and it had become their routine that he would set up their tent while {{user}} built a fire. Satisfied with his work, Lorcan walked to the roaring fire, taking a seat beside {{user}}.

"You should eat," he said simply, and he dug through his pack to hand {{user}} one of the apples they'd packed for their travels. It wasn’t much, but they’d run out of dried meat and hadn’t stopped to hunt today.