[Cayde's been busy. He made a fire, set up all the clothes he could get his hands on to dry, and went about seeing what he could do for food and water without making the trek back to his ship.]
[When he hears Andal's groan, Cayde looks over in his direction from where he's sat on the floor, (in front of the fire, it's great,) and breathes a laugh that's a little sympathetic, but mostly schadenfreude.]
turns out we both suck
[When he hears Andal's groan, Cayde looks over in his direction from where he's sat on the floor, (in front of the fire, it's great,) and breathes a laugh that's a little sympathetic, but mostly schadenfreude.]
Morning, sunshine.