[ While she busies herself upstairs, Wanderer investigates the plumbing. It takes a few seconds for it to begin running, but once it does, chilled water pours out into the sink. It isn't muddied at all, seemingly running clear and quite quickly. And deeming it safe, Wanderer reaches for the camping pot to fill it to a favorable level.

Mona returns just a bit after he lights the stove. He glances over at her as she trudges into the kitchen, a sour look on her face that betrays how she's feeling. Beside them, flames dance under the pot, its warmth felt even from a distance. ]

Too many bugs? [ He crosses his arms. ] I'm sure they would've enjoyed your company tonight.

[ Even if he's mocking her, he can't fault Mona. She could, theoretically, try laying her blanket atop the mattress, but that would leave her without one to cover herself with. Being a human, she'd likely freeze than get a proper night's sleep. The couch gives her a slightly better chance, though that will be up to how far the temperature drops later in the night. ]

Use the couch, then. I don't require sleep and can sit in the kitchen.

[ It'll be an uncomfortable wooden chair, but he won't complain. ]

It wouldn't be the first time I've had to keep watch.

[ Some nights, rather than laying beside her, he'll sit in the corner of the tent instead, staring out into the jungle and listening to the sounds of nature. Buer instructs him to reflect on himself, so he does. However, there are also moments his gaze will rest on Mona. She always sleeps soundly, her blanket pulled up to her chin and obscuring her slender body, those pouty features softened. It's a vulnerable position, one she would've instantly rejected if he were still a Harbinger. Now, with his erasure, she has cast aside that version of him and accepted 'Wanderer'. He still wonders why it is she has put faith in him.

He'll continue to look after her, he supposes. ]