[He sticks to the path he's made leading back to the orange-red glow of his campfire. He'd used his claws to dig a proper shallow pit and lined the edges with stones.
He walks back over to his kit bag he'd dropped by a log and crouches down. He digs for an finds the small mirror and holds it out.]
Look into this. [Barabas doesn't seem like himself. Not entirely. Best way to see if it's what he thinks (he looks older) is to try the mirror.]
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He walks back over to his kit bag he'd dropped by a log and crouches down. He digs for an finds the small mirror and holds it out.]
Look into this. [Barabas doesn't seem like himself. Not entirely. Best way to see if it's what he thinks (he looks older) is to try the mirror.]