Ivory looked up. Her breathing was a bit high. Her voice was a bit shaky. " W-when d-do you t-think the f-fire will b-be set up? " She asked. " Save the blankets f-for the injured people. They need it m-more. Besides, I'm f-fine. " She kept the flashlight right be her face. The batteries flickered and went out. She make a quiet shrieking noise and she covered her face curling up again. She started shaking violently. She had that frozen feeling she always did when it was dark. She didn't want to be a nuisance.

Ethan was opening random bags looking for lighter or matches.
"Don't worry, the fire will be ready soon, at least if I can find a lighter or anything like that. You don't know if there's one somewhere, by any chance? Other way, we'll have to use dry wood, sticks, and a lace, but this takes some time... And I can't do it with one hand"
He sighted, looking at his bandaged left hand.

"Will you be fine?" he asked the girl.
Ivory was shivering, and there was definitely something wrong.
"You know, you're injured as well, so you can have a blanket too. If I was you, I would go to the first class to sleep. The seat there are very comfortable. Do you know you can move their back backward, and lie on them as if they were beds?"

" I a-actually have one in my b-bag. I always h-have one with me for some reason. " Ivory said, remembering her packing one for some reason. She didnt really know how to tell him about her phobia. " And I dont n-need a b-b-blanket, thats not the p-problem, I just... h-have.. " She stumbled for words. " I have a p-ph-phobia of the d-dark. " She finally said. " I-I know its a b-bit s-silly... "

"Great! I usually take a lighter with me when I spend a night in the wild, but I expected to spend the night in a house, not in a forest."
He stared at the girl. Now that he knew that she was trembling because of a phobia and not because of the cold, he could tell that Ivy was terrified.
"Fear of the dark is not a silly. It's one of the most logical fear. We can't see in darkness, and when we can't see, we can't spot potential danger. You should not stay alone if you're afraid. It will only make it worst. Now that we've a lighter, we can light the fire! A campfire is not the best source of light that exists, but it's better than nothing!"

Ivory felt a bit better hearing that. She stood up. " I'll go get my lighter, and we can get that fire going. " She started heading towards her seat, and picked up a plain, tattered black backpack. She started rummaging through it, and pulled out her lighter. She had pulled a lot of stuff because it was at the very bottom, but a bunch of medications were scattered in her stuff. She put everything she had taken out back into the backpack. She threw her backpack on, deciding to just bring it all. " Wheres the fire going to be started? " Ivory asked.

"We have collected wood near the plane, with one of the girl you've treated before. There is a good spot with no grass which is neither too close to trees nor to the plane. I take you there". Ethan said, leading the way.

" Okay. " Ivory said following. The cold air made her shiver. She saw the girl from earlier. And all the firewood. " Smart. You have softwood and hardwood. " She said noting the types of wood. She got her lighter out of her pocket and handed it to Ethan. " I'll leave starting it to you. "

"Thanks!"
Ethan had decided to light dead needles and dry bark, which made good tinder. They catched fire quickly. Soon, it spreaded and the small sticks and branches started to catch fire too. Despite the fact he could not use his right hand, he had started the fire with a surprising ease. He had a small smile on his face as it started slowly to grow. Many people were afraid by fire. Ethan liked fire. It was something familiar, almost comforting for him, and he associated it with warmth. He liked the orange color of the flames. The boy did not move far away from it even when there were sparks coming in his direction.

Ivory was almost touching the fire. She stayed close and tried not to look away from the fire. It would only make her fear worse. She decided to focus her attention on drawing in her notebook. It was something she did when she was nervous, mostly it was out of habit. She sketched the embers of the fire and the wood. She looked over at Ethan. He seemed to really like fire. He was pretty close. She turned the page and started sketching some flowers and plants. She hadn't noticed, but all the ashes had settled either in her hair, or on her face, leaving little black smudges. She threw a wad of paper into the fire, becoming bored. She poked a stick in the fire, lighting the tip like a birthday candle, and she blew it out, making a puff of smoke swirl upwards. She repeated this a couple of times.

Ivory seemed reassured by the fire, Ethan thought. In the reddish glow, he could see that she had some ashes on her face. Maybe at another time, he would have made a snarky comment, but right now he didn't feel like it. It was good that she was feeling better. He rubbed his own face in case there were some smudges on it too, though.
The girl was throwing paper in the fire, and burning small sticks.
"So you want to play with fire?" He asked with a grin.
He took a large branch, one that would not consummate quickly, and lighted it in the flames as if it was a torch.