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Taking the hand gingerly, A'Hallei stood again, green eyes a whirl of emotion once again. Not letting go of Makenna's limb, he looked down at the mocha hand in his own. A pink blush began to rise in his face, uncontrolled.
'Makenna' he wanted to say, 'How can your eyes betwitch me so? Why can I not help myself when you are nearby? Where does your heart lie?' but nothing emerged from his still lips but a tiny whimper. Solemnly, he nodded, yes, he'd sustained no wounds.

Insulation from the cold...? Ah yes, the walls were rather thin, and the roof clearly was not waterproof. Fortunately, A'Hallei was fair at crafting, he'd be able to do a fair number to the house before the weather turned too cold. It was still right smack in autumn, and the floor was littered with little brown and orange leaves.
Looking back to Makenna, he nodded again.

A'Hallei glanced to the blanket. He hadn't even recalled it was there, he never used it, but then again, the weather was never particularly foul. A'Hallei shook his head, he could procure his own supplies. He'd have to make runs, as it was anyway, for other supplies and tools. He was looking excited, this was going to turn out fun.

A'hallei realized his hand was still slipped in Makenna's, but in favor of not making a fuss and losing the contact, he sort of pretended he didn't notice.
At the chimney (sp?) suggestion he shook his head, what was more conspicuous then a plume of smoke rising in the middle of the forest?
No, they'd have to find another method.

A'Hallei nodded, a grill sounded just fine. If he remembered correctly, his guardian also had a generator they could use. Finally disengaging thier hands, A'Hallei finished replacing his armor and decended from the treehouse, dissappearing into the woods.

When he returned, it was with a wagon full of stuff. Blankets and a small electric generator, as well as more pairs of clothes, and towels lined the inside, as well as a fully stocked tackle and toolbox.
At the foot of the tree, he was faced with a dilemma. How could he haul up all of this stuff? One at a time was the method he went with, bringing the heaviest things up first, with the blankets and wagon ascending last.

By the end of it, he was completely worn out, and collapsed to the floor, panting heavily.

When his breathing had stilled, a soft noise caused A'Hallei's pointed ears to twitch slightly. It sounded almost like...hiccups, but not. A soft shivering wail punctuated by sharp inhaliations. Pained...Sitting up, A'Hallei cocked his head to one side, ear lifted. The noise came from the roof.

Shedding his gauntlets and noisier armor, he climbed, silent as death onto the roof, spying Makenna before he even got more than the top of his head up. The lad was faced away from him, shoulders shaking with barely contained sobs. Holding his breath in an attempt to remain quiet, A'Hallei stalked to within inches of the boy, watching him with an expression of curiosity and pity. It was impossible to tell the thoughts in Makenna's head, what caused him such anguish?

A'Hallei watched Makenna for a minute or two before doing something decidedly uncharacteristic. Sitting down, A'Hallei gingerly embraced the boy before him from behind, wrapping scarred arms around his thin frame. Pressing their bodies together, A'Hallei leaned his head on the younger boy's shoulderblades, ear pressed to the center of his back. Deep within Makenna's body he could hear the reassuring throb of his heart, continuing on unheeded. Wordlessly he comforted his friend, a solemn embrace on the treehouse roof.

A'Hallei held his dear friend close to him, worried when the lad tensed that he had done something wrong. He relaxed for a few moments, before his crying just grew more intense. What had he done? The wind picked up briefly, sending his long white hair over both of their shoulders.
"Why are you sad?" A'Hallei finally murmered from behind him, nose pressed to Makenna's shirt.