Avis closed her eyes. This was her chance now. If she left, she'd be free, with that, this man would be fevorish and perhaps die. But what for? Avis had witnessed so much death in her life lately, and God was surely punishing her by their deaths. Was this just another trial? Sighing, Avis lay the man down on his back. So many things to do with so many few resources. Avis sighed and opened up her small pack. Inside she found a small cup and a little amount of water contained. Taking this water, Avis poured it into the cup and rested it on the ground. Grabbing the man's hatched, Avis cut off part of her top at the bottom and soaked it in the water.<br/><em>'Well that bit is easy. As for the fire,'</em>Avis could easily find small branches that would substain enough to boil the small cup's water. But starting the fire was something Avis had never done before. There was flint, but Avis had never used nor carried flint. Another method contained rubbing sticks together. Avis took two sticks and cast them an odd look. How could wood make fire?