Cain shook his head, switched to the real matter at hand when he saw Nick gather water and start to boil it. "Hey, you were doing the hunting. Let me do this kind of stuff or I won't have anything to do," he grouched. He snatched a few sticks away from Nick just to spite him. Because yes, he wanted to do this chore. Didn't he already claim making the fire and cave good for inhabiting? He just got distracted by Nick's other species-ness. Who could expect that after all. Plopping down in the faint dirt layer that covered the harder rock floor of the cave, Cain used his flint rock to start a fire with no issue, his shoulder turned toward Nick in a show of irritation. "Shouldn't you get going before it gets dark?" A little salty, but then, he had a lot to think about now.