Jane could still still feel the wind blowing through her hair as Shayre shook her dazed body back-and-forth, commanding her to stay with them. She wanted to smile to let him know she was feeling just fine, but her lips did not move, and she was oddly and strangely fine with her lips not moving to her will's desire. Everything felt so good in this state. She wished everyone could just -- just lie down in the grass and let its fingers massage their aching bodies as the wind marched melodies through their ears.

"Luna? I guess the shelter is fine where it is right now, try and get a fire started somewhat close so it won't set it on fire." 

"You got it!" Luna jumped on top of the task of making fire. Her father had taught her well. He took her camping every season. Luna felt at home in the wild because of this. Making fire would be tedious and take some time; she was not as good at making fire as her father, but that did not mean she would fail at providing the element. She trotted over to the wood that Shayre had carried from the forest and began setting up a site.

"Akuma, help me get Jane underneath the shelter, then I want you to gather moss and leaves for bedding okay? First we'll get one for Jane, then it's our turn."

 Akuma nodded silently, worried about poor Jane, lying lifelessly like some rag doll in Shayre's arms. She quickly made her way to Shayre's side, trying to smile at Jane, to give some comfort to the given situation.

"I'll grab her legs, Shayre," Akuma said, taking hold of Jane's limp, dirty legs. They were heavy for her, but she knew with someone else's help -- Shayre's help she could manage, "It's like one thing after another," she puttered from her petite mouth, letting out a small breath. Her golden, blonde hair, brushed against her rosy cheeks as she spoke, grasping hold of Jane's legs at the same time.

Jane barely opened her eyes as the two were holding her. A glazed look overcast them. A small quiver perked through her lips; she wanted to tell them she was fine and did not need so much attention, or so many hands touching her. But all she could do was close her eyes, again and take in small breaths of air through her slightly parted lips.