'It's so warm...'
As Allen slowly opened his eyes, the flickering flames of the bonfire danced before him. The cozy sensation enveloping him emanated from the bonfire's comforting warmth, complemented by the snug embrace of the thick cloth draped around his body. Allen had drifted into slumber on a bed of tree leaves, with a bag cradling his head.
As his vision gradually sharpened, he discerned the bustling activity of his party up ahead. Some were splitting wood, some were making water, and some were splitting meat.
The tableau before Allen intensified the feeling of warmth, coaxing him to succumb to the temptation of continuing his slumber.
"Ah! Allen is awake!" called Sharik; Allen's attempt to sleep again failed. Everyone turned to him with relieved faces.
"Damn, I thought you weren't going to wake up again," Akiyama remarked wryly.
"If that happens, we can just kill him," Francis added nonchalantly.