I stretched, really<span style="font-style: italic">stretched</span>, my arms and legs for the first time in years, relishing in the burn of my mutilated muscles as they extended farther than they had ever been allowed to before. When RÃ¦ven brought back the rabbit, I didn't ask questions, I simply began to gather wood and set in front of me.  I didn't know much about campfires, but I arranged the sticks as best I could. "Not long." I said in answer to Sheanne's question. I peered up at the sky, which was still dark, and momentarily became distracted, intoxicated by it's brilliant beauty, then pulled myself out of the stars. "I think it is still dark enough to hide the smoke of a fire. But I'm not strong enough to rub sticks hard enough to make a spark." I smiled as the heads of the conjoined twins glanced at each other, smiled, took the sticks from my hands, and began to rub them furiously. I thought for a moment, looking at the delicious, yet admittedly small, rabbit. "RÃ¦ven, do you think you could catch more of those?"