Alejandro was barely aware about when Giulia and Aerin returned to the fire, the calm content he felt with Asta, the lack of sleep before the trip, the exhaustion of the day having their toll on the man. Slowly but surely his eyes fluttered a bit in resistance, but ended up closed as he fell asleep looking at that little snowflake that was next to him.<br/><br/>So tired he was that if Alejandro went through a dreamless night, or at least he had no nightmares that disturbed him, no awful dreams that chased him as the chef awoke in the beach the morning after. "Así que no era un sueño..." he mumbled, realizing that he was indeed trapped on an island with a few survivors he couldn't quite understand. No, that wasn't true, he may not speak their languages nor did they his own, but there was an understanding there, there was something they shared. Alejandro may be unable to put it into words or to quite grasp it, but there was something there, specially every time he glanced at Asta.<br/><br/>Getting up without disturbing them, Alejandro had awoken soon, be it because he wasn't as tired as them or just due to his habits, it didn't really matter. His legs seemed to be fine, even if a little bit stiff and sore, something that slowly seemed to fade off as he walked. Getting a bit away from the camp to take a leak, he sighed, wondering what the day would bring them, how well would they manage to survive in that environment. He had faith in his companions, and with their support he would be able to help, he was now sure of it.<br/><br/>As Alejandro returned to the camp, he noticed something in the tree trunks, a small white mushroom sticking from it, and a few more with a different brown hue in a tree close to by. As a good Basque boy, he had been in the mountains around home when young, learning everything from his father and the experts that went to get mushrooms. He still had that hobby from time to time, finding it not only relaxing to escape from the hectic chef life, but also complementary to his cooking skills, and so he had quite the knowledge about what species were edible and what not, how to cook them properly. Sure, he was on the other corner of the world, but he was well versed enough beyond the ones on the mountains of Spain.<br/><br/>Returning to the camp, he took advantage of having his suitcase to change clothes. He took one of his knives, a bit on the big side and not ideal for the task, but it could come in handy. He took hold of one of his shirts to gather his exploits if he managed to find edible ones, but he wasn't going to just go to pick up mushrooms without warning the others. Making them understand what he wanted to do was going to be a bit tricky, but he had brought a couple of the no edible ones to serve as an explanation material once the rest of them were awake. They needed to find water and build some sort of shelter as well, but on some of those tasks he wasn't specially useful.