[Here's Feuilly, making his way up out of the forge and heading over to grab a clean shirt to shrug into when he notices Tony hanging out there, definitely broody looking. He's got that new kid look to him, like people sometimes had at Brooklyn House, and even though he hasn't been at camp that long, it's enough to send him over, where he's clearing his throat a little.]

Hey. This probably feels insane right now and overwhelming and everything, but if you need or want somebody to talk to, I'm Feuilly, and I'm bunking right over there.

[Then there's a gesture toward his own bed, covered in various supplies, and sleeping rat.]