Napollo sat in between a cluster of trees, a shelter made of his shield and some vines, sticks, and various other things over his head. He heard a thump and grabbed his shield, sending a small parachuting object falling to the ground. He laughed at his surprise, then picked up the package, opening it. He pulled out the canister. He raised it to his lips and kissed it, nodding to the sky. "My thanks." Napollo put it back in the package and used the string from the parachute to build his shield-tarp better.