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Sasha didn't answer. She couldn't. There was a knot in her throat the size of a melon and it hurt to even breathe. All she could do was stand next to Jerry, tucked carefully against his side. When he posed a question she gave him a slight nod. Sasha kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

When they moved forward, Sasha crossed her arms over her chest, her gait slow and shuffling. There was so much comfort in Jerry's presence next to her, though; if it hadn't been for him, there was no doubt that Sasha would be stranded on a small floating iceberg waiting for rescue - or death - whichever came first.

He could hear voices up ahead... it was quiet, unnervingly quiet, his ears were ringing again, but he could dimly make out red and blond.... "W-we're... we're here, Alpha.." His voice was shot, crackling around the edges as he tried to call out to Jordan. One knee buckled a moment in exhaustion from his leaps, but he staggered to catch himself.

Once they had crossed the threshold of bodies all sitting and mending and rallying the troupes, He gently guided Sasha to sit, sucking in a shivering breath before shrugging out of his damp jacket to put it over her shoulders.

"I'll... I'm just going to... to check on..." He took a few steps before his legs decided it was best to sit for a few minutes.

He heard something about bandages. He didn't need any, he was fine, just... cold, exhausted, cold and worn out. Emotionally and physically drained.

But at least he was keeping his brain together, he noted a touch proudly.

More or less, Roar sighed, but didn't press the issue.

Harrison was holding Candace. He'd shifted the fireman carry to just...holding her, after the sled had got going. He kept his grip tight. Robert had got them out of there okay.

He'd seen other hunters along the way scrabbling and slipping beneath the torn up chunks of ice... but when they arrived, Jordan was corralling people. Rep, Jerry, Ofie. Bix was here in the sled. The Suns had made it, at least. Even the injured ones.

"Jude," Harrison answered Jordan, not quite moving from the sled yet. It was half a worried request, and half an acknowledgement. Hey, I'm here.

Ofelia was thankful, just glad, that Jordan wasn't mad and wasn't going to leave her behind. Others were there too, through her bleary eyes she could see Rep and another person she knew to be Sun via the jacket. Was that the man who sang at their podding? A nice guy, she wanted to properly meet him sometime, but for now she just wanted to stay awake.

She wanted to get warm and then maybe get something to eat. She still had her pack with her, it had been practically tied to her body, so maybe she could pop it open and eat it right now. The weight and horrors of the situation hadn't really set in just yet, this was still just an adventure to her.

If things kept going this way it was likely Ofelia was going to end up with a bad case of PTSD and a hella lotta denial.

Jerry flinched as he heard his name shouted, "Wasn't 'sleep-" He croaked, closing his eye behind the cracked lens to try to see a bit clearer. He didn't want to know who was missing. He didn't want to know who wouldn't be coming back. It didn't matter. They were all just dead men and women walking. Fight the good fight, and vanish in their due time.

Still shivering, he lowered his head back down onto his knees again.

Harrison's voice and Clerises' evoked a wave of relief. The important people were alive. Even Jerry seemed to have made it somehow or other. It just seemed that they were all artifactless still and with little chance now of finding it again, failed again despite their best efforts.

Physically at least he wasn't too injured, though he wasn't actually sure how he felt about this. He felt as a sun it was probably some sort of duty to get maimed. If you didn't you weren't fighting hard enough. He couldn't help but sigh as he watched people dish out bandages most of the fight he'd been utterly useless and now he felt utterly useless again. He didn't even have any bandages of his own left to offer people.

He didn't bother sitting down, he had a feeling once he did it'd be so much harder to get back up on his feet again.

The best benefit to having performed that intensive feat of physical exertion was that Robert was now overheating. His entire body was melting the snow underneath him, leaving him in a rut until he climbed up out of it. The cold of the snow had done wonders to chill his spasming shoulders, but he was still sweating bullets underneath all of his layers of clothing, and probably letting out the heat of a small sun.

He sat up and took inventory, looking up everytime someone checked in or said something. Then he pushed himself to his feet, and stretched out his back, cracking it left and right. Candace's shout made him jump in surprise, almost slipping back onto the ice, but he caught himself before he fell and moved to check on his cargo.

Everybody looked alive. That was all they could ask for in a situation like this. Ofie had climbed off the sled like an idiot, trying to get herself a bandage. Robert walked over to Jordan, and patted his bosses cheek affectionately, one side of his lips turned up in a half-smile. Then he bent down and lifted Ofie up into his arms, groaned at the strain his back and shoulders ached with. "Keep to the limo, Ofie. I ain't gonna get you back twice." He warned, bringing her back to the sled and placing her gently next to Harrison. He got a good look at Candace then, and winced.

"Ahh.. ******** it. Move over you faggots." He growled, walking around to sit so that he was effectively sandwiching Candace with Harrison. He didn't necessarily want to hug her, but his warm body pressed against her nonetheless, her own little space heater. He just lay there, a big overheated bear rug for his entire sled to warm up with, and let out a grunt.