The Grangor

James bit his tongue. As much as he wanted to bring Seung to the truth of his situation, he knew Tavis was right, just by looking at the man.

He sighed. "Fine. We'll drop it for now," he muttered.

Seung sneezed again, and shivered underneath his borrowed layers. His scarf was starting to feel clammy against his neck. By now, he felt much more like himself - much more sensible. Slowly, he took the scarf off and placed it gently to dry by the fire. He could feel his eyes closing . . .

James snapped in front of Seung's face. He had to be sure that the guy was warming up and not falling into hypothermia or whatever else.

"Hey, hold on. Before you nod off to sleep - you're feeling better, right? Warmer? Can you feel your hands? Feet?"

Seung jumped. He did a self examination, making sure he could feel himself move his fingers and toes. "Yeah, I think so. Th-thanks for the concern."

James gave a sharp nod. He just didn't want him falling asleep and not waking up. "Just making sure. But... by all means, get some rest. We won't be able to do much while we wait out the rest of the storm anyway."

"I agree. Let's just sleep," said Tavis, who yawned.

James looked to Tasha, hoping his nonverbal glance communicated that they would take turns sleeping, because even with the storm outside, they needed someone keeping watch.

He nodded to Tavis. "Yes."

She seems to get it and nods her head slightly in agreement.

James, seeing that they'd all come into agreement, laid back and huddled up close to the fire.

The night passed slowly, with Tasha and James taking turns staying awake, to watch the others, and each other, and the door of the cave. The cold storm passed away, leaving the air chilled, and the ground covered in a thin layer of snow, but all else was fine. The sun was out - shining brightly against all odds. It was, after all, spring, which was why the snowstorm was so unnatural... hence the bear being the only reasonable explanation (though James groaned at the thought of considering it reasonable, with it being so odd and unlikely).

As the sun shone into the cave on the sleeping occupants, everyone began to stir. James stretched out on the ground, having already been awake since he'd been on watch.

He had no idea what he was going to do about the three people he'd somehow accumulated, but he knew he couldn't throw them out into a world in which they were wholly unfamiliar and expect them to fend for themselves. Or at least, he couldn't in good conscience do so, as much as he would've wanted to.

He yawned, and looked over at Tasha, who was presumably asleep.