She lay in his arms and, as had the light, hope died in a flux of sorrow and pain. Jane didn’t know quite what to do. XXX His massive arm encircled her waist and drew her to him. What if they decided to take the stuff with them? The lunchtime stop gave the travellers a chance to rub salving ointment on the various abrasions. She found that she hardly cared. She knew she was being judged and had no idea how to impress him. The flare gun was still on the floor where she had dropped it after Abou left her. Clothes and items necessary for survival all packed. Even to bath in it was asking for a bout of illness that might actually result in debilitation or worse.
