I have just started learning about the hardships of hitting your finger with a solid object. Contrary to builders, I wasn't using a hammer, I was using a rock.
"Cy, how in the world does one use a tool without consistently hitting themselves with it?"
"Practice makes endurance, because it is not necessarily that they don't hit an appendage, they've just learned to deal with the pain. Hence why women aren't always suited for this kind of field of work." He responded sounded quite happily knowing that I've gone and hurt myself.
Picking the rock up again, I started to grind at the seeds I had found to make them into bait for small wild animals.
Choosing his words wisely, Cyrus started to speak. "We have been out here for some time now and have decided on no means of shelter. Have any propositions?"
"Well, you seem to have some knowledge and resourcefulness in regards to using nature's bounty to live off of. I very much doubt I could measure up to your level. Do you think you could get a tree down and copped into boards? I could weave some rope and we could tie the planks together and make huts or secure them between trees to cover us from any possible storms." I replied thoughtfully.
"That's...actually a great idea. But we'd need more than what we use in rope so we can keep moving." Cyrus looked like he could have steam fanning out of his ears because his brain was grinding gears. For once, it truly seemed he was thinking.
"Hey! Yoo-hoo! Could you please stop staring at me?" I say, feeling the pressure of his gaze.
"Oh-CRAP! Myyyyyyyyyyyy Bad!" Cy said very sarcastically.