Jane wanted to greet Luna, but her leg was in pain. Shayre's words were comforting, as well as the wondering from the blonde haired girl. Despite the pain, the relief from Luna's smile seemed to melt away some stress dwelling inside of her. Luna seemed like she was in a comfortable position. Perhaps, she knew where they were, knew where there was shelter, knew where there was help, knew where there was food and water. Jane pulled the moss away from her wound. It looked somewhat better, less brown and green and dewy. The red blood was still not done bleeding. She knew she would need to do something to her leg to make it stop bleeding. Maybe if she wrapped moss around it.

Jane didn't want to be rude, but interrupted and did not say anything back to Luna, "I think I need some more moss..." She paused, catching her breath, taking a breath inbetween the pain, "to wrap around my wound..." She looked at Shayre as she spoke, unsure if her words were clear or not. The presence of another made her feel warmer, more mature. The ease of another person helped calm her mind. 

The sun was setting in the sky, the orange use was darkening, and the sky was turning purple. The clouds were swirling as the wind began to pick up its pace. The trees were slowly moving into a sleeping position, moving its branches. Jane slightly had recognition or remembrance of this accurate before she had been attacked by wild bears. But at that time, she thought she was still hallucinating and found the trees to be friendly and... She was so hungry. She had not eaten for four days. She wanted to say something to Luna, but asking for moss was all that she could muster up, suddenly recoiling back into her inner state, letting Shayre be the leader.