Alarm was alarm, no matter the language, and Asta sat up quickly when Giulia's sound of distress came.  It was hard to see across the top of the fire, eyes dazzled and made night blind by the flames so that the jungle beyond was just a black pit.  Just as she was about to rise and check on the other woman the big man rose and reached into the fire.  Sparks swirled, dancing and dying in the heated air, and it was a magical, ancient moment that she felt deep inside her soul.  Tattoos danced and came alive in the flickering, uncertain moments of firelight and Aerin seemed even taller, bigger than during the day.  A trail of fire at the end of a stick swirled against the dark sky and she watched as the huge man walked into the dark with his torch after Giulia.<br/><br/>What could possibly hurt her in the night with Aerin going to her to keep her safe?  Soothed by the thought, worry gone, Asta started to lay back with Alejandro.  Laying down on her side, she almost immediately got back up and hands dug into the sand by his side, backs of them brushing against his hip as she created a hole, damp sand pattering onto drier with clomping noises.  After a last bit of smoothing she lay back down again, swell of her hip fitting into the hole and letting the rest of her body rest flatter, easier.  Asta's head went back, almost nuzzling, into the crook of Alejandro's shoulder, her arm across his chest and the other bent up between their bodies.<br/><br/>He was a good man, she decided, a gentle man but not a weak one.  Among her people he'd be accepted, a place for him created and understood.  Her family, she thought, would like him and see that even though he wasn't of the people, he wasn't an outsider who threatened the people or who didn't find their ways silly or needing to be changed.  Yes, he was a Christer and they more than most were problems to her people, but somehow he just didn't feel as intense as the shouters of the black book who tried to change the Sami.  If he wanted his Jeesuksen he was welcome to it.<br/><br/>What was Jeesuksen against the wind and the mighty waves that beat against the edge of the beach? Nothing.  Nothing at all.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and settled a little bit deeper into Alejandro's arm, eyes watching the fire over the curve of his chest.