"Sweat bands," he helpfully supplies. "You know... normally, I wouldn't condone this kind of talk, but you aren't waterproof." He gestures in the general direction of the lake, which is really any direction because these woods loop endlessly. Like a nightmare! "If you're really so miserable, you could just..."

Ugh. Even saying that much feels so weird and uncomfortable. There hasn't been enough fighting around to justify wanting to take the quick way out. "Then again, that'd be horrifying for everyone involved. Better if you do just stay here." Yep. At least here, someone can keep an eye on him?