Jennifer
*By this time, Rhannado was about twenty-five. He was somewhat handsome, perhaps not in the conventional sense, but he had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique and his coin-silver eyes contrasted exceptionally with his olive to deep brown toned face. Abyssal and void, where you could get lost if you stared long enough.*

`"Ugh... Where am I? Who are you? Fuc- my head hurts... My mouth. It's so sore. I taste... Iron. Ugh, how long was I out?"`
Raymond
*The woman gave his cheeks a tap, before flashing her fingers before his eyes.* "What-How.. Many fingers am I holding up, sir?" *She held up three, not so far from the man's face.* "Your on the coast of the Salvanian Empire.. Not sure how long you were out." *Elizabeth motioned towards the crash.* 

"Here.. Let's get you up." *She reached down scooping up his back and raising his lower half up and out of the sand. Touching the sand was awfully nasty, especially when it had become mud like this, but she didn't mind it too much at the moment.*
Jennifer
`"T-Three."` *Rhannado replied as he began to raise his upper body to meet her's, then finally his other half, eventually rising to his feet in conclusion. He felt the urge to fall back towards the ground maybe once or twice but Elizabeth was more than capable of aiding him to keep his balance.*

*Whether she took notice of the males features or not, he unintentionally would reveal a mark across the backside of his neck area. Which seemed to have been burned into his skin, probably performed by using a hot or very cold branding iron. This would indicate the physical technique of livestock branding, either with consent as a form of body modification; or under coercion, as a punishment or to identify as enslaved, oppressed, or otherwise controlled person. However, it may also be practiced as a "Rite of passage" To signify acceptance into an organization, or perhaps a tribe due to his Mogash-like traits.*

`"Thank you. I-"` *His stomach began to growl loudly from lack of food consumption but all he could think about was his last moments on the ship before ending up in his current position.* `"I don't suppose you have anything to eat or drink on you, huh?"`
Raymond
*She jumped slightly, looking down at her bag.* "Y-Yes! Of course-" *Elizabeth reached into her bag again, pulling out a flask, then a container. She offered them both, letting him grab them on his own terms.* "Wouldn't want you to die on me here.. What's your name, sir?" 

*She didn't talk too fast, somewhat annoying, but given the circumstances it's alright.* "We know your heads working, at least.." *She laughed to herself before continuing.* "What's your name?- If.. You don't mind, of course." *With each item he would finish She would stuff it back into her bag, eventually closing it back up, back around her shoulder.*