As Alejandro watched Aerin come back with vital goods from the plane, he sighed in relief, seeing that he was bringing water. Even if drunk with measure, it wouldn't last long, but it was a relief until they managed to find a stream of fresh water. The bottles would also come in handy for storage of said water, so it was perfect. Slowly Asta got calmer, going from looking feverish to resting, her body looking smaller as she curled next to Giulia. He was glad that the girl seemed like she was going to be fine, but Alejandro felt guilty, not only for exhausting his unfit body and being useless, but also for risking Asta's well being asking her to find his suitcase.<br/><br/>There were still suitcases to be opened, things to sort out and he wasn't aware of what Kim-Ly was doing, wondering if she was keeping herself busy or just had lost it. That was going to be hard, how could they ask about how each other were doing when they couldn't understand each other? Dealing with certain matters was already difficult enough without having a language barrier in the middle. All of that didn't matter, Alejandro wanted to do his best to keep Asta healthy and comfortable, so even if his legs felt wobbly he could still sat besides her and fan some air, trying to comfort her. It was a bit sad that such thing was the best he could do at the moment, but he was going to do so until his arms couldn't do it anymore.<br/><br/>Alejandro slowly felt his legs a bit better, not enough to risk getting up to end falling down again, but it was promising. The cramps were slowly disappearing, the blood flow seemed fine and he had been able to feel his legs perfectly, so it probably wasn't anything serious. Maybe an issue with pressure changes? Part of the accident he didn't remember? Just plain exhaustion? He was no doctor, but since it was only going slowly better, he paid no mind to it, keeping his attention on making sure Asta was as good as it was possible.<br/><br/>Looking at Aerin, he wanted to thank him for the effort he was doing, but didn't know exactly how. "Eres fuerte" he just said after waving and pointing at him for attention. Alejandro signaled at him and flexed his arms like a strongman several times, trying to compliment him. After a pause, he sighed, but out of desire of sharing what he could do for the group, providing it was of use, he stopped his fanning on Asta for a moment, rummaging through the clothes of his suitcase to retrieve a chef coat with his name. The rest probably already knew what he did, after seeing him cry over his set of knives like a little boy. Returning to his self appointed task of fanning Asta, Alejandro found calm on the mechanical task, making an effort to set his mind away from what had happened.