<span style="font-style: italic">"I...No, nothing's wrong.. I'm just a little... Terrified."</span><br/><br/>Cairo merely patted his house mate on the back in a reassuring manner. He entered a little closer inside Keyan's personal bubble and smiled at her.<br/><br/>"Aw, come on! Don't be scared!" Well, that exactly wasn't a smart thing to say. Krov was a control freak-and control freaks were just... scary freaks. They could literally show the world what Hell is really like. He was just thankful he wasn't successful in creating such circumstances for his team.<br/><br/>"Remember, you got a guy willing to fight! I can hold 'em down!"<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>"Ok Cairo, they should be done now. Go ahead and ration them out if you don't mind. The plates are over there." </span><br/><br/>Cairo obediently placed the pan to the side and grabbed the leather plates. He made sure he cut the eggs into equal shares and slapped them onto all of them. He handed two plates to Sammi (one of them to give to Sam-if she would eat), one to Keyan, one to Ali and served himself-nearly finishing his food in one swallow.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>As instructed, Ali had rushed to Sam's side when she returned to the campsite with Sammi. The pouch was still held tightly in her hand.<br/><br/>When Cairo had offered her a plate, she could only nod her head when receiving the leather plate and placed it down onto the ground.<br/><br/>Her eyes were cast upon Sam-who did seem pretty weak as she had imagined. She sat down next to her, pouch ready in hand and lifted the back of Sam's head tenderly. She pressed the side of her face against her forehead.<br/><br/>"It seems you have a fever," she whispered to her, "You need to drink something." She pulled her head away from Sam's and held the pouch before her. "Are you ready?"