[Smiles a bit at the banana comment-- it's true, not a single smell of fruit anywhere near him.]
[He can maybe still sense that restless energy coming off Keith, and he's concerned-- but he also knows not to push him if he doesn't want to talk about it; knows he'll tell him when he's ready. But that doesn't stop him from giving him a worried glance even as he secures the boat up as best he can.]
Yeah, we're good here. Shelters are set up, supplies gathered, all that. A few of those treehouses have places to build fires, so we're drying off wet clothes.
Oh, and I think I figured out a way to use my arm to make fishing easier.