"Okay," Steven says after taking a deep breath and blowing out a long sigh. He's looking more or less composed now but his eyes are still swollen and his face still looks a little red.

"I thought I'd be sleeping on a piece of tarp in a mouldy old tent. This is-- this is alright, yeah?" At least he'll get to die on a proper mattress. He wants a bottom bunk because he's clumsy and worried about stepping on someone or pulling the whole bunk bed over. And if something tries to attack him he can bolt out straight to the door instead of swinging his leg around looking for the ladder step.

"Will you teach me how to start a fire? With sticks."