Jayr awoke groggily, he had fallen deep dreamless sleep and had taken a while to answer Adonis as he returned.  Sighing, he pushed himself from the ground and rubbed his back where stones had pressed against it.<br/><br/>Smiling softly as Adonis spoke, he thought back to the last meal he trusted him to cook. A lump emerged in his throat as he remember their kitchen but be pushed away the somber thoughts and caressed Adonis in gratitude. "I'll see what I can do," taking the dead rabbits and examining them. "You get the fire going," he ordered as he laid the rabbits on a large stone and searched for a sharp object. Breaking the tip from one of the jagged rocks, he proceeded to sharpen it further and returned to the meat. His father had taught him how to hunt and kill, swiftly he skinned and gutted the rabbits. He placed a long thin stone above the fire to heat and finally arranged the meat on top to cook slowly.