Raven looks at Narrowleaf. "...I like you. I'm not sure about everypony else here, but I know I like you." He turns away from him for a second. "Wow, my head didn't hurt this bad a few minutes ago." He rubs the side of his head. When he looks back at his hoof, he doesn't see any blood. "I don't think I'm bleeding." He looks back at Narrowleaf. "Do you think I'm bleeding? I don't." He scrunches up his eyes. "Those aren't supposed to be spinning..." He opens his eyes, and blinks a few times. "I don't think I should be this tired..."
"There appears to be some blood, but I do not think it's yours." Narrowleaf said, inspecting Raven's mane. "A large bruise... And a nasty bump. I suggest not sleeping. Try to stay awake." He turned to face Quick. "Don't let him fall asleep. I'm going to try and make coffee."
Raven smiles. "Coffee. That would be wonderful." He turns away. "Because sleeping is apparently bad right now. You know what? I'll tell a story. Do you guys like stories?"
Quick snorted derisively. "Alright, kid. Tell us your little story." He began dragging his hoof in the sand, drawing the outline of what was to be reasonably large shelter. "I'll just be here, workin' on saving your sorry flanks..."
(Sorry, fell asleep.) "Here," she said, as her horn glowed white again. Her face strained with effort, and a huge pile of logs flew out of the jungle, followed by some vines, and a few smaller sticks. They landed, the logs stacked neatly, the vines coiled in a rope, and the sticks laid in a pile on the ground. "I'm.....going to go....start the fire." She managed.
Raven laughs. "Wow, this is some story. Now, I'm from Baltimare. Grew up pretty well-off, got a good inheritance despite my best attempts. Now, my sister was...unique. She liked traps." He shivers. "A lot. Now, I was walking around one day. Saw a new mare working in the house. Now, this was in the hall with a lot of armor stands. Spaced out about...two-to-three...feet..." Raven started to drift off for a second, then shook himself awake. "Right, right, awake. Not sleep. Sleep is bad right now." He held his eyes open for a second. "Alright. Well, these armor stands weren't exactly 'safe.' The weapons that they kept were still pretty sharp. So, I was at the beginning of the hallway, looking down and and electing not to walk down it because I tend to stray away from sharp objects, and the new mare started trotting down the hallway from the other end." He chuckles. "She was completely unaware that my sister absolutely loved that hallway." He stiffles his laughter a little bit more. "Now, I tried to warn her. But by the time I did, she was right in the middle of a huge group of traps. She stopped to look at me, and was narrowly missed by a falling axe in front of her face. She, of course, screamed, jumped back, and was missed by a poisoned dart. This caused her to duck, and was then missed by an axe which would have taken her head off if she hadn't ducked." He is seconds away from bursting into laughter. "The look of sheer horror on her face after that was the first time I'd ever seen a pony so scared. But that's not the funny part. The funny part is that she stayed after that!" He bursts into laughter. After about a good ten seconds of laughter, he calms down enough to finish. "'The pay is too good,' she said. She stayed for a good six months, and then had to leave because she found a safer but nearly as good job elsewhere." He chuckles a little bit more. "By the time she'd left, she was able to walk down that hall and bypass every trap with such grace and ease that she'd pass for an acrobatics expert." He stopped smiling. "Y'know, my family was pretty screwed up, all things considered."
As Raven told his story, Quick dug six deep holes and set a log vertically in each. The posts would support an elevated floor, to prevent flooding. "Neat story, kid. Crazy tends to run in families. I wonder how much of it you got?"
"Whoa. Luna-chan, are you feeling alright?" Narrowleaf asked, approaching her. "You look kinda pale."
"You look far from fine. Can you tell me what's wrong? I need to try and fix you up." Narrowleaf said, stubborn as usual. "If you want, we can talk privately. I am a doctor."
Quick ignored the other ponies and began building the floor of the hut, grumbling under his breath. "Rotten lazy kids... makin' the old guy do all the work... in my day, you respected your elders..."
"I just have to wait until the sun goes down," she said tiredly. "It's the moon. I need a charge of it. Then, I can do anything. Literally." She stood up. "Let's help."
"Whoa there, girly! You're hurt! I don't want you killin' yourself helpin' a cranky old stallion like me. Just rest for now... I've been doin' this kind of thing for forty years. I can handle it myself." After finishing the floor, Quick got started on the walls. His back was starting to hurt, but he was sure that he'd be finished before it gave him any real problems.
"R-Right. Coffee." Narrowleaf mumbled, trotting into the forest. He began to search every plant, bush, and tree for beans.
By an extremely unlikely coincidence, a small wooden crate washed ashore. Upon opening it, the castaways found several large sacks of roasted coffee beans, enough to last for months. Quick grinned at the bit of good fortune. "The ship must've broken apart. If we're lucky, more goodies will wash ashore."
Narrowleaf ran back to the shore and sighed. "Nothing. I have no idea what to give-" He noticed the crate and chuckled. "Nevermind."
"You're looking a lot better all of a sudden, girly! Think you could help me get this roof up?" The hut was nearly finished. All that remained was to lay the palm fronds on the roof. "My back went out about an hour ago..."
