[ It's lucky she has ideas for what to do. Rhy has never been outside on his own, at the mercy of the elements like this. He's rarely been outdoors for any length of time without the benefit of an entire caravan or an entire ship, all complete with servants and guards. Thorne might feel limiting to many, but to him, it's been a familiar sort of gilded cage he hasn't even thought to complain about until what had happened with Libertas and Thorne.
Out here, all alone, panicked and cold and uncomfortable, he really has no idea. Even the fires he'd tried to start, he'd attempted magic first, then methods he's only read about. ]
Th-there are sticks. Yes.
[ It's a good idea. Julie is helping him, even from however far she is, and what's he doing for her? Nothing but complaining.
He glances at one of the washed up corpses, then quickly looks away. ]
no subject
Out here, all alone, panicked and cold and uncomfortable, he really has no idea. Even the fires he'd tried to start, he'd attempted magic first, then methods he's only read about. ]
Th-there are sticks. Yes.
[ It's a good idea. Julie is helping him, even from however far she is, and what's he doing for her? Nothing but complaining.
He glances at one of the washed up corpses, then quickly looks away. ]
Rags, at most. All wet.
I'll try to build a shelter.
I'm sorry... you're stuck where you are too.