Not far from the nearest trail-marker was a clearing with the remains of a firepit, and a small window through the canopy to star-gaze. The jungle hadn't seen fit to reclaim it. The boy peered about awkardly, the pair not having much to unpack, "Well i guess I'll find some firewood. And some food." Being the guide, Ewan felt a little odd asking Pension for help. He smiled and pointed to a stump near the old firepit.
He scrambled about the nearby clearing to gather bits of tinder and dry wood. "Gotta make a big fire, and one lf us has gotta keep watch. There are big cats out there," the boy stretched his arms for emphasis with a flicker of a grin. "Not to scare you!"
Ewan dumped a bundle of wood near the firepit, panting, and went out to look for more. Having weak arms was a nuisance.