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Jamal rolled his eyes at the sniff, his mood still teetering between all-around sour or just irritable, and got up easily thanks to the combined efforts of the water and Antony.

"I'd kill fo' some shampoo," he grumbled, starting into a lurching walk back towards the shore, using the water to hold his weight as he tiptoed on his bad foot each time he needed to move it.

"Hazelnuts...?" he trailed off. Of all the odd things to want...

Once at the fire, he stood/wobbled near the fire to dry off from the combination of heat and drip-dry, contemplating what they were going to sleep on. He didn't want to sleep in the sand...at least, not directly on it. The black man's eyes landed on the dried palm frond shreds, a pensive look falling over his face.

While she was away, he had already gathered up a decent spread of palm leaves to use as a bed. It wasn't perfect, but it'd have to do. Had he been a bit more mobile, he'd have gotten more, but since he could only get what was close...

His jeans were picked up and shook out, then given a sniff when Antony wasn't looking. Ick...they needed to be washed, but he was too sore at this point to hobble back down to wash them. He tossed them away from the camp so they wouldn't stink up the immediate area, making a mental note to deal with them later.

"Massage now sounds fine," he answered while checking out his bed one last time, then dragged one remaining frond over in front of her and sat. A good massage...then bed. He was so tired...

He "Mmmed" in acknowledgement of her statement and let her 'magic hands' attack the painful knots and cramped muscle of his back, eyelids drooping slowly until just narrow slits showed a bit of brown and black of his pupil and iris. He wasn't the only person to appreciate a good massage.

Jamal might have been considered uncharactersitically quiet during this as he let his thoughts wander in a vain attempt to get everything straight in his mind. Okay...so...he was stuck on an island, having to survive basically with what he knew (which wasn't much), had watched a woman transform whom he was certain had cheated the system as he had, and had Awen pissed off. The Awen thing was over and done with, aside from the aftermath. He could handle that. The being lost in the wilderness thing wasn't so bad, now that he was in good company...that could be handled also.

It was just the transforming thing that had him by the balls.

When the tug of her hands on his back halted, he yawned widely and rubbed at his face, feeling much less achy and that more tired. "Thanks," he said gratefully, also crawling away from where they had been sitting then, but he went for his bed, not the alcohol. For once, he wasn't in a drinking mood.

With a grunt of contentment, he slumped down onto the palm leaves, the sand shifting enough to conform to his body and become mildly more comfortable than he would have guessed once he had rolled over, facing Antony with his back to the fire.

His 'bed' wasn't huge, but if she felt so inclined, she could probably take over the room that was left. Jamal wasn't going to kick her off it after all she'd done for him today, even if she did need to suck up after her slip of tongue to Awen.

He made sure she had enough room without pushing himself off the makeshift blanket, a wide yawn splitting his jaws before he managed a slighty garbled "ain't no problem". To save himself the probable drama if Awen wandered over, he kept the space there between them. He wasn't sure where he and the younger woman stood at the moment, but it was best to get things hashed out eventually. Wouldn't surprise him in the least if she was done with him.

Though, during the night, he had a tendancy to snuggle up to whatever was handy...so...he wouldn't be held responsible for that once he fell asleep.

He stared off into the dark jungle for a bit, keeping a half-hearted watch over the 'camp'.

Jamal sighed and closed his eyes finally, deciding that if anyone was going to show up and partycrash, there was little they could do about it until it happened. He pitied ANYONE stupid enough to try it; he'd seen the knife that Antony had on her earlier and between the two of them, they could take a solo intruder...maybe even a couple of them. He'd rather not find out, but some of the villagers proved to be stupider than he'd originally guessed.

He also decided it was pointless to try and stay all "invisible wall" between himself and his bedmate, considering how small the bed was to start with, plus he knew his own tendancies. Awen obviously didn't care about his well-being right now, as she hadn't yet come out to check on him. If the younger woman couldn't cut him some slack (the situation of sleeping on the beach on palm leaves wasn't exactly ideal), then so be it. Besides, Antony was warm and even though they were on a tropical island, it did get breezy and a tad chilly at night.

Therefore, he felt little remorse as he cuddled up to Antony's back, chin resting lightly on her shoulder, and draped an arm casually over her middle. Much more comfy, this was, than trying to worry about offending the wrong person.

It was sort of eerie to be falling asleep on an open beach like this; the constant whoosh noise of the water breaking the shore accompanied by the occasional animal noise or brush rustle could be unsettling if one wasn't used to it. Since he had already done the jungle thing once already, it wasn't so bad. The rhythm of the water was soothing once he stopped focusing on it so much.

It didn't take long for him to eventually drift off into sleep...one that would hopefully not be as restless as he feared.