There's a few hours to wait and see if anyone comes along.

You settle uncomfortably atop your stool, occasionally sparing Phillip a wary glance. He's as taken with you as ever, making eye and body contact whenever he can...

But you channel your thoughts somewhere productive. "I think we want to find someone with armor, but if we did we'd need to pick a relatively dry path..." You mumble while staring down the distant path you took here: nothing. No torches, no voices- only chirping crickets.

Phillip, though, starts shuffling uncomfortably. "Let me on your lap and then you can have the whole stool, but we'll both be comfortable..." He suggests to you, while you seize and mildly panic at feeling his bare thighs mount atop your own legs! He plants his butt on your crotch without hesitation, and his swishing tail curls up your chest and over your shoulder...