"Thank you. But I can't even relax at the moment." Rei responded, tired as he was, he was still incredibly bothered that he lost his first group, no doubt for a very long time if not an eternity. He wouldn't not be sleeping anytime soon. He could smell the meat, apparently caught by Reicheru, and was suddenly aware of just how hungry he was. Apparently his worry had blotted it out. BUT anyways, it was very nice to know that he was with a skilled hunter: it would be far harder to starve that way. Now he did not regret his decision to not go and search in the slightest.
"Have you seen anyone else since this-" he gestured around him at the wreckage lining everything. "-happened?" Rei asked quietly, wondering if there really were as few survivors as there seemed to be. After three weeks, he had encountered seven others total, and he had covered mile after mile. There really wasn't a chance of humankind recovering, not with that few. A single plague or just bad luck and it was over, in a single generation.
((For the people waiting for CrowSong to post, don't. She/he hasn't been on since the 23rd, and after five days let's just continue on; there's probably a power outage or something of the like.))