Lennon isn't sure how long it's been since he'd left his and Dae's room. The heat he's feeling has blurred his senses some and whenever Daeshim is gone he curls into the blankets and feels frustrated that he's not there. He needs him and not being held by him physically hurts.

There's some time when his thoughts are clearer and he's annoyed at the fact that Daeshim's trapped him in the room -- but he's even more annoyed by the fact that Daeshim isn't with him. Who is he with? He wants him all to himself. Daeshim is his. He's Daeshim's...

Lennon had tried to figure out how to get through the thorned vines, a blanket wrapped around himself. His thoughts are a bit clearer. He needs to make sure Baein is fed and... needs to make sure everything's going okay. And he needs to know what Daeshim is doing. He pouts at the vines, smacking one and ignoring the sting as he pokes himself with a thorn before flopping down to sit cross-legged and wait on Daeshim to come back.