Only The Strong Survive

Ahanu
He nodded and glanced around. Seeing his stick, he picked it up and snagged the ladder. The ropes tumbled down into reach. Ahanu tossed the stick aside. "Ladies first."

Charity
Charity climbed up, glancing down at Ahanu before moving a little ways away from the entrance.

Ahanu 
He clambered up the ladder and, upon reaching the top, pulled it onto the wooden boards. "You should get some water while I think about breakfast."

Charity
Charity waited for a moment, then nodded submisively and went to get another water bottle.

Ahanu 
He turned to the rail to think. Unable to come up with anything, he sighed. Cooking wasn't one of his strong suits. Ahana went to the hut entrance. "Auberon?"

Auberon
Auberon had been laying on his bed again, not really doing anything but staring at the ceiling. He looked over at Ahanu when he said his name, raising his eyebrows and humming a small "hmm?"

Ahanu
"Can I talk to you?"

Auberon
Auberon exhaled and rolled off the bed. "Oh, I suppose so."

Ahanu 
He nodded and returned to the railing to wait. He actually had a few questions, but he needed to figure out how to even word some of them.

Auberon
Auberon walked out to the railing and stood by Ahanu. "What's up?"

Ahanu 
"Is Outlaw okay?" He had seen her hurt herself yesterday and the fact she hadn't yet woken concerned him a little. 

Auberon
"Uh- I mean, as okay as Outlaw can get, I guess," he replied, furrowing his brow. "She'll survive, if that's what you mean. If you're talking about 'is she a normal human being physically and mentally', well then, no."

Ahanu 
"Uh.... Okay." Ahanu scanned the forest. "Charity says she wants something filling but not too filling for breakfast. I honestly have no idea what fits. I was wondering if you might know? And if not just a breakfast she really likes."

Auberon
"Cereal, toast, french toast, there's a lot but she hates all of those," Auberon sighed, tapping his finger on the railing. "She's never really been much of a breakfast person, so if she started eating breakfast since I last saw her, I wouldn't really know what she likes," he admitted. "I guess maybe just sausages, or ask her if she does like cereal. She might now."

Ahanu 
"Do we even have cereal? I haven't seen any since all this began. And milk is a rarity."