Rook flaps one gloved hand a bit to help it dry, before ripping up a few handfuls of grass around a rock near the edge of the watering hole. It's enough of a bald patch that he's not especially worried, even as he piles the grass on the rock for kindling--once they find a handful of sticks to feed it, a tiny fire should be more than enough to cook with. Maybe the added heat won't even bother Jade too much, as long as he doesn't get too close?

"That sounds amazing..... Do you think I might be able to see, sometime?" It isn't likely unless he asks, after all..... But how could he not be intrigued to see what sounds like such majestic power and grace?