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Madeleine willingly released the child to her brother. If she had a few hours left, he deserved to have her for every second. Removing her coat, she leaned back on her heels, moving away from now overwhelming heat of the fire. Janette stepped away from the circle and headed for the outside of...

Ian shrugged. "I'll leave it up to you. You'd know better. I don't think half the group is even aware she's here." Madeleine listened quietly. She brushed the back of her hand across her eyes, hoping to stop the tears that threatened to pour. It had been fine—she had been fine—but now with a...

( :lol: I've been reading. Waiting to see if Gar wanted to input anything with the Sabah situation.)

Madeleine obeyed, moving as close to the fire as she deemed safe. She situated herself comfortably and rebundled the coat when Nora finished. Janette and Ian listened intently. "Could you try just using a finger, for now, to give her water?" Ian suggested, rather ignorantly, he was sure. He'd...

Madeleine carefully cradled the baby as she made her way to the warmth of the fire. She was reluctant to give up Sabah at first, having already formed a strange but motherly attatchment to her, but she knew that only Nora had the expertise necessary if they hoped to save her. "Here," she said...

(It's ultimately up to Gar, but for now she's still breathing)

"Nora, this is Bobo and his sister, Sabah," Ian explained. Janette looked up but didn't move to acknowledge them. Not yet. This would certinaly be conerning to the boy who she placed by his clothes to be from a very different time. Madeleine looked worriedly from Nora to the baby for her...

Madeleine was taken aback by his question, but quickly recovered herself when she realized the contrast in their outfits. "Non, ce not necessarily what le French wear, but le people from ma time." She frowned at her wording. He wasn't going to understand that as no one had yet explained the time...

Janette pulled some of the blankets they had gathered out to prepare for the newcomers.

"Oh! Ghana," Madeleine said softly. She glanced down at Sabah then to her brother, a thin smile across her lips. Their bond was a close one, undoubtedly, and it made her strangely happy. "Je suis Français—from France. But, je lived dans l'America the past year that je can remember." (States...

"Where do vous come from?" Madeleine asked gently, looking curiously at the boy. Dierk had talked to him earlier, but she hadn't been able to catch any of the conversation to know any more than his name. Ian sped up his step to arrive at the cave before the others. In case they weren't aware...

"That sounds good," Janette said absentmindedly. She set the pot down near enough to fire, but not directly on in order to leave Nora plenty of room to cook.

Ian moved to Madeleine's side to check on the baby. "How is she?" He asked—by which he meant, was she still alive. Madeleine glanced over her shoulder at Bobo before replying in a whisper. "Je don't think elle est going to make it," she said, looking down at Sabah with eyes full of worry. She...

Janette looked ahead in the distance long enough to confirm Nigelms guess. "I'd better go help Nora, then. Who knows what kind of condition they'll be in." She adjusted the pot once more and headed inside to the fire.

Janette straightened up with the pot tucked securely under one arm. "None of us understand anything about this situation, as far as I know," she said quietly. It was all terribly concerning and worrisome. There was just no explanation for why this select group—if it was that—would be deposited...

Ian nodded solemnly as he listened to the boy's words. That was a dismal idea, that there was no one but this small group left. "Do you know where you are?" He asked.

"Yeah, there are seven of os so far," Ian replied. "You and Sabah make nine, but I'm hoping there are more of us alive out there. Did you notice anyone?"

Janette stepped outside to fill a pot with snow. "How are you faring, Nigel?" She asked, glancing up at him.

"Oh!" Madeleine quickly changed her look of surprise to gratefulness at his action and words. "Merci, mon petit," she said, smiling gratefully at him. She adjusted it around her shoulders, covering Sabah a little more as well. Ian pointed up ahead for Bobo's sake. "There's the cave where we are...

Madeleine reached out an arm to wrap around the boy, but thought better of it and pulled it back, not wanting to startle him. She turned her gaze to the ground, focusing intently on each step through the deep snow. Being without a jacket, she was quickly growing colder despite the tiny warm body...