Axel holds up one finger--just a second--and then vanishes into the flickering shadows from the other campfires. He's only gone for maybe three or four minutes before he returns with a small handful of dark-colored rocks, all a little more than half the size of a golf ball, and he offers one to the blond girl.

"Flint ain't hard to find if you know what to look for," he says helpfully. "There must'a been a river or some body of water here at some point, 'cause there's a lot of these rocks along the path." Just because he didn't spend a lot of time tying knots and scaling fish doesn't mean he didn't memorize the techniques; he's full of oddly specific trivia. He rubs his thumb over one of the rocks and then holds it up to the golden ambient light. "Flint's super shiny," he says, glancing at the girl, "so that's one'a the ways you can tell if it's the right rock or not." He shifts where he's crouched so he can just sit on his bottom instead, drawing up one knee.

He's not sure what it was about Roxas and Xion that had sparked this tutelary tendency in him, but he hasn't quite been able to turn it off since.

"Got a knife on ya, or some kind'a steel?" he asks. If she doesn't, he can always summon his chakrams, but he's not sure if that counts as cheating and using magic.