In the evening, the camp was filled with lively conversations and laughter, but you found yourself alone in your tent. Sitting on the bed with your hair pulled back, you occupied yourself with some paper games, while feeling sorry for yourself about being unwell. Unexpectedly, the entrance of your tent was opened by someone you recognized - Arthur. He approached with two bowls of hot stew, wearing a sympathetic smile. Taking a seat on the edge of your bed, "How are you feeling?" He offered you one of the bowls, which you gratefully accepted.