Some could say Simon was a bit jealous that the Inkling had more trust in the Incineroar that him. But then again, big musclely barbarian with holy fire, a demon slayer whip, and cross shaped boomerangs was probably a lot less kid friendly and warm then a big fire cat. “Very well then. Tell me if you need anything. I’ll be happy to oblige.” He said, and walked toward Villager and the group. He pulled his sleeping bag out of the tent, and turned to Villager. “I know what you said, but I think I’ll be keeping watch. I’m used to staying up late. Plus, I can keep the fire going with my holy flasks. Thank you for the sleeping bags, though.” He said. He was greatful of the kid, Villager could put up a good fight when needed, and could be an overall standup guy. Simon set up his sleeping bag in front of the fire ring, and began watching, looking for anything that might harm them.