[Doesn't like woodland. Well, Tim can relate. He hates it, but - he feels safer there than he does almost anywhere else. A sick leftover instinct he can't entirely shake. Lucky for him, huh.]
[He can feel the pressure of those red-coal eyes heavy on his back as they take their first steps out from the cover of the jungle, into the open air, and he breathes in, a slow pull of the littoral air that's begun to taste familiar thanks to what's coming around to be years of acclimatization.]
[His heart-rate isn't slowing, but at least it can't sneak up on them out here.]
Some people do have hammocks. Not sure there's any up for grabs anymore.
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[He can feel the pressure of those red-coal eyes heavy on his back as they take their first steps out from the cover of the jungle, into the open air, and he breathes in, a slow pull of the littoral air that's begun to taste familiar thanks to what's coming around to be years of acclimatization.]
[His heart-rate isn't slowing, but at least it can't sneak up on them out here.]
Some people do have hammocks. Not sure there's any up for grabs anymore.