[Brook takes the bottle on autopilot. His starving and exhausted brain is entirely too occupied trying to figure out why this guy is just pulling out firewood like that's normal to question the order.

Though, maybe that makes sense? He does dress like some kind of ancient Arctic explorer. You know, back when the Arctic had any ice.]

Wh... Over a fire? Right now?

[He pushes himself up on one arm to a seated position, though it makes his head spin a little. When he blinks at Onni, that half-incredulous expression from the greenhouse back on his face. It's more like three-quarters to near-fully incredulous this time, though.]

You... you know you really don't have to do that, right? Even the doctor didn't go that far out of his way...