He watched what he was thinking of as his storm with pride, as his tampering had likely set it off. After a few minutes, he got to work building a fire using some wood that had accumulated in the back of the cave, and then put some rations on it. The current fix for his headache was food and liquids, which would make it feel better, and more like a person than a walking wound. He would wake up Aurelia after he got some food ready, a mash of rations and dried meat mixed together in a bread bowl wasn't much to write about, but it was better than cold rations.