#mischievouscreeperboy

Ryan pursed his lips and reached for his coat, leaving the safety of the light and warmth with a quick word to the miner, heading after the bird. Coming up to the shore, covered with a decent amount of snow and ice, he sighed as he saw the two passed out on the ground. Franco had returned to the plainsman's side, pecking the frozen earth that had been shifted by the weight of two bodies. Both of them were shivering, and Ryan sighed to himself. Neither looked like they would wake anytime soon, and there was no point in getting Geoff to come help.

Canting his head to the side, the islander gave a soft smirk and crouched down, slinging the plainsman around his shoulders and heaving the creeper boy in his arms. Once upright, Ryan gave a small hop to adjust the weight of the pair before trudging carefully back towards camp. It didn't take long, Geoff raising an eyebrow and standing to catch the male slung around Ryan's shoulders, carrying the one to the house and dropping him to a mat that had been made up on the floor beside one of the make-shift beds.

Ryan slowly placed the unconscious male in his arms on the ground beside the fire, inspecting the wound on his arm. It was in bad shape, and clucking his tongue softly, he dragged the small satchel towards him. Cleaning the wound took some ripped clothing and time, as well as half the bottled water. The remaining potion was poured over the worst parts, then when that had sunk in and done what it could, Ryan applied some salve and dressed the arm. Already color was coming back to the creeper boy's face, and hauling himself up, the islander took him to the house and set him in the other mat as Geoff watched.

Little crystals of what appeared to be ice had started to fall over the mushrooms, and most of the animals had taken to staying close to the encampment for the warmth of the fires. Increasing in size was a pile of materials that had been mined, and the two men had taken the chance the day before all the snowfall to build a better, more permanent house out of cobblestone instead of wood. Under the house was a small hole, empty and open to the air, that had been the beginning of a storage before Geoff suggested to build a smaller area attached to the house so it was concealed.

(( *Weeps quietly about Pokemon because wah everyone has it but meee* ))

He ended up with a large amount of fleece, carding through it with a small piece of wood he had carved into a fine comb. After a few hours of work, Ryan had plenty of worsted long-staple wool that he could work with. He had collected enough raw materials to dye the newly spun wool into the right colors, and spent the next while in a comfortable silence, leaning against the musky warmth of the cows, carefully threading with his fang needle into the rough shape of a jacket.