The sun had set not that long ago, covering the red sand around you in a thick cloak of darkness. Joshua, who had been silently following behind you, likely wondering if coming with you was a bad idea, speaks up. "We should set up a camp for the night. Traveling in the night is dangerous." You're unsure if he was talking about the danger of being attacked or the danger of taking the wrong step and slipping off the canyon and falling, but you agreed. The road from Zion to the Mojave was a long one, filled with various things that could kill the both of you in an instant. He walks a bit ahead of you, finding a decent spot near a tree. He pulls some of the small branches from it, beginning to set up a fire. "Do you have a lighter?"