After some time and patience and splinters, Junkrat ends up with a pretty impressive pile of thin dry wood strips by his side. He's a quick worker, at least, and when he deems his pile sufficient, he moves over to Fareeha's prepped fire pit and invites himself to what she's already got collected, adding his own contribution in a breathable array, including a piece of forest litter that has a significant amount of tree sap he'd collected on his outing.

Junkrat pulls out his lighter and crouches over their unlit fire, his metal hand and his head itself creating a small cave over the kindling so he can control the air better. His other hand flicks the lighter on, and the sap quickly takes flame, but the humidity in the air makes the rest of it struggle. But Junkrat is patient, gently feeding it air and words of encouragement. Literally.

"Come on, come on...I know ya don't wanna wake up...but we need ya, mate."

It's a surprising amount of patience and tenderness out of someone like Junkrat, but it's hard to argue with what's happening right now. It's a tense couple of seconds, but when the fire finally does take off, it does so with confidence. Junkrat lets out a sigh of relief and backs off to give it room, staying in his crouched downward-dog position as he rests his head on the ground.

He managed to set something on fire, and that's the best catharsis he's going to get out here.