Felix listens carefully to the chatter, after getting the food cooking and getting out his tools and one of several roughly mined gemstones, he starts to work, the small tools and eyepiece in place. Small taps here and there as he moves with a steady hand. Small chips falling to the pad he's using as a workspace, his ears perked while listening. It could work, but the problem rises with getting things started. Just like any great work, the basics need to be addressed, food, shelter and with winter coming there would be a lot of work to do before the temperatures dropped and snow flew. That tent would work in a pinch but it was less then ideal given their numbers and what he remembered the winters were like.<br/><br/>His fingers manipulated his tools, pausing occasionally to stir the pot. It was not gourmet food, but it was something he knew was edible and that would do for now. His eyes flick up occasionally at some noise or another, if there was something that he's learned in his time in hell is that you never relax your guard unless your 110% positive your safe, and in hell you never are. His mind opening up as he uses his training and the bond, *What are your commands Mistress, where are my priorities to lay?* He knew he was free to act as he saw fit, but it never hurt to see if his Mistress wanted something specific.