One thing would be obvious as Stormy reached him. He was sick. More than the lungs he had a bad fever. He covered his mouth with his shirt coughing into it. He'd been trying so hard to be strong, to do what he could he'd stupidly pushed his own needs to the backburner. Kenny never had a particularly strong immune system but he usually took good enough care of himself that it was hardly noticeable to anyone but him. He usually just took some meds and ignored it. Between the smoke, being outside in the snow in just jeans and a t-shirt, eating only a minimal amount, and the draftly sleeping spot it had taken it's toll. The smoke had damaged his lungs enough for fluid to settle. He was inching his way towards pneumonia. Regardless of Stormy's opinion of him he WAS trying to be a reliable adult. He just didn't have much by way of experience being there for people. He let her help him stand up but that was all he allowed. He just wrapped himself in the blanket some. Shaking his head pushing her gently away, being a little stubborn. "we need" he took a breath "we have tasks to complete. We..." he had to take another one "the group needs water. Today. Can't keep using old water, we need to get food."