Daenan chuckled, knowing full well that if it were not he to make the food that others would likely make themselves sick or worse. He took the herbs, berries, nuts, and other foraged material back to the cave in which he slept, where a small fire lingered. He placed a few more twigs onto it, enough to keep the fire going without letting the smoke billow out and alert others to their presence. It kept the area warmer than the outside, though occasionally a wind had to be made to draw the smoke out. The cavern thankfully sloped out to release the smoke, only choking them when a grand fire were needed for warmth or task.  At current a small fire would do, to warm the concoction he was about to make.<br/><br/>"Now am I making this for you, or for Jet? He likes fewer nuts in his if I remember, they give him a woeful time." It was his place to know the diets of his comrades, and to be ready should they need any manner of aid, from food, to clothing, to healing and all other assistance he could render. He placed a few cups of water into a small pot which he placed over the fire, then smashes a few berries and placed them in as well, followed by sprinkled herbs. The nuts he would add afterward, once the soupy concoction was cooked.