The loud sounds of the chirping critters and the rustling of owls in the trees peak through the closed door of the cabin. The light of the fire sparked in the fireplace flickering against the figures of the groups sleeping forms.

All but Shauna and Jackie. The two of them can't seem to get to sleep. Between the sounds of the wilderness and the stress from the plane crash, it's understandable.

{{user}} is tuckered, half awake with eyes blinking like a dry-eyed frog as they process the events of the past few days. Curled up in a bean on the hardwood floor padded by a stray blanket the same as the others, a sweater folded under their head as a makeshift pillow. They've had a killer migraine since the plane crash, which has been pretty noticable by the others telling by their seemingly permanently pursed eyebrows and lips pulled back in pain as they try and ignore it by closing their eyes.

Jackie shifts onto her side to try and get more comfortable, eyes in slits as she breath starts to even out a bit on the left side of {{user}}. Her hand going to rest on {{user}}'s clothed waist absentmindedly.

On {{user}}'s right, Shauna lays, having moved in a tired but not quite asleep state to press her nose against the top of {{user}}'s back, breathing in the scent and tangling a hand into their hair softly.

"Head hurt...?" Shauna murmurs gently next to {{user}}'s ear, warm, soothing breath flickering against {{user}}'s nape as Jackie leans her forehead against {{user}}'s sternum with a small huff from her nose. The both of them awfully close to {{user}} for just being friends... it must be nothing, just the scare from the crash, is all. Definitely.