The moon rises past the window, eventually followed by the sun. It's the next day. Paige yawns and stretches as she trots downstairs.

PAIGE: "Moorning! Anything you could use a hand with?"

TAMOS: "..."

TAMOS: "I guess."

Paige and Tamos are then drawn carrying firewood and barrels together. Paige seems pretty happy about it, while Tamos is a little annoyed.