Tulio'd been sleeping sporadically, but when Envy woke up, he was sitting up, leaning his head in one hand and using the other to poke around the fire with a stick, trying to keep it alive. He was tired, but he'd never managed to sleep well in the wilderness. He didn't trust nature enough to be helpless in it the way sleep would make you - he was just too uneasy, and he'd lay awake more than he'd find rest.

He didn't hear Envy's stirring, at first, but was slightly startled to hear his voice. Not saying a word, he found a half-empty water bottle (useful, brilliant things as they were) and chucked it at the kid, not bothering with any pleasantries. He wasn't really mad at him anymore, but he was bothered with having lost time like this and was anxious to keep moving.