[ Oh, hello again, Abel. Dokja spares him the briefest of glances before he goes back to sorting through the items he'd packed with him. Hm, how long is this trip supposed to last again and will he even survive to see the end of it?

Is the sun setting? I'm saying the sun is setting. ]

I don't really feel much of anything right now.

[ Sits back on his laid out sleeping spot. ]

When you start foaming at the mouth, I'd appreciate it if you could try and keep it down.