and there was only one tent

"“Shut up,” says Zizhen, groaning as he rubs his forehead. “Are you saying we only have one tent? These things are fucking tiny!”Sizhui takes a very deep breath. There’s a strained smile on his face which, aided by the sweat beaded at his forehead and the bags beneath his eyes, making him look slightly murderous. Just, like, pristine murderous.“Perhaps two of us could sleep outside,” says Sizhui, voice thin.Then the sky above them rumbles, dark and heavy, and rain beats down on them from above.Jin Ling looks up into the rainy sky and screams."Or: The Juniors need to share a tent after a nighthunt.