He tosses his head with a snort. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I heal fast and you don’t.” Cabha is already nosing sticks toward the pile, kicking them with hooves. His horn can make it difficult to grab things on the ground. He can’t help in the direct making of the fire. Horn doesn’t give off any sort of spark. He’s only useful for injuries, clearing water and defense. “You cannot be any older than what, ten? You’re a child. It goes against everything I am to just leave you to fend for yourself.”