He could gather wood just fine, at least, so he got to do something that made him feel useful. Even better would have been if he could've fought off monsters himself. Maybe. This way though, he didn't have to face them, just warn others when the time came.

Making campfires along the beach was a good idea. Better than anything he'd come up with, besides just patrolling and being ready to run.

"Nice. Your arm looks, uh...it looks..." he was trying very hard to come up with something nice to say about it. "It looks very tan." There, nailed it.