Caitlyn sighs and says "Dont bother." She gathers her torch and finds a sufficiently dry stick, friction burns lighting the torch. She then starts gathering some grass, her belly hilariously blocking her as she tries to pick some up to her chagrin. Assumedly others help in getting stuff together and a campfire is made for the night. Caitlyn, now a little winded, lays down by a tree<br/><br/>((Sorry for assumptions, just dont want to keep things locked up in mundane work feel free to interject))