It doesn't occur to her, in her exhaustion, to ask how he started the fire so fast.

She curls up on the makeshift pallet next to Percy, clinging close to him, and slowly drops into a doze as Crichton works to clean off the blood and grime. If she isn't disturbed, she'll probably fall asleep completely in the warmth and quiet and sense of relative safety.

And about three or four hours later, she'll come awake thrashing upward from the bed of straw, choking on a swallowed scream.