Once his hoodie was on Henrik brushed the fine grains of sand from his hair letting them fly carelessly. He was not exactly fond of getting dirty, though that should have been the least of his concerns considering where he was at the moment. He took a few deep breaths to regain the oxygen he used from the short burst he had applied to reach his back and dig through it frantically. The way Veda spoke to him made it very clear she was not happy to be with him on the island, though he didn't exactly expect her to be, there was something about her tone, her words, and the overall aura that told him she wished him dead. She could keep up the German act as long as she wanted though, he was going to play the mom and dad act and use English, annoy her, see what happened.<br/><br/>In the back of his mind Henrik knew that he was likely going to need her help though, help that would be vital to survival, so he also made a mental note not to upset her too much, language was one thing, but he would have to be somewhat cautious of his actions. He watched as his sister threw her knapsack over her shoulders and began to walk away. He was faced with two options, lay down and fall back asleep or get up and follow Veda, it was tough, but in the end he decided to follow his sister. Henrik pulled himself up, grabbed his backpack, which was mostly worthless, and followed her footsteps. He figured they would come back for their clothes. His backpack contained a laptop, a bag of pretzels from the flight, a portable battery pack that was nearly dead, and not much else.<br/><br/>His bones creaked a little bit from stiffness, and the dizziness was thankfully wearing off, though his mouth still tasted of cotton.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff80">"Hey wait up Veda this isn't a sprint ya' know."</span>He called out as he tried to catch up with her. The air was cool and he placed his hands in the front fuzzy pocked of his hoodie while waddling practically like a penguin to gain ground. He moved through the foliage, using sound to help guide him. He couldn't see very well in the darkness of night and the sun was no where near breaking the horizon to grace them with its warm glow and provision of light. A wet, broad, green leaf smacked him in the face after Veda passed by it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff80">"Hey watch it there you wild board, no need to act like a Panzer."<br/>
</span><br/>Henrik wiped the wetness from his face with his right sleeve, they had not been walking for very long and already he was bored and wanted to stop. He was not in the best shape, but he was not out of shape by any means so he could keep going easily enough, but he was in the end very lazy. He didn't understand the whole picture quite yet either, how truly dire their circumstances were was completely unknown to him as he figured someone was just playing a cruel joke on them. If only he knew how right he was.