Everyone had something to do and everyone was doing it.  True to the independent, self-assured leader that Asta believed Kim-ly to be, the tall Vietnamese woman was soon hammering and digging and generally making something and doing something, though Asta didn't understand.  The girl with the glasses had wandered off into the interior of the island, she thought it was an island anyway, and Asta soon lost sight of her.  That left the man with the foresight to try to draw something in the sand to overcome their language problems.  Him she worried about.<br/><br/>It wasn't that he seemed a little soft, that was just because he probably lived in a big city, maybe as big as Jokkmokk!, and that he probably had a job like Ingrid's.  The researcher had been the same way when she'd first come to them but a few months of moving with her people and eating their diet soon made Ingrid sleek and svelte and she'd turned more than one Sami boy's head.  Asta figured that honestly it was probably a good thing the man had a little cushion, the slight layer of fat would be useful energy in this place where other than the dubious promise of fish and the few coconuts gathered so far meant they'd all be living lean.  It wouldn't be the first time for her.<br/><br/>Kim-Ly was being industrious, the other girl was out of sight, and the nice man was working harder than his physique suggested he could.  That was what worried Asta, knowing how exhausted the experience had made her feel and how the man seemed to move like he was not fully well.  He could be bleeding inside and not even know it, or collapse in the water and then have to be pulled out.  There were times to work and times not to work and he needed not to work.<br/><br/>Asta waited until he brought the next luggage up then her fingers twined across his on the handle and she smiled at him, then lifted the weight of it and helped him move it out of the edge of the water.  Instead of letting him drop it just beyond the surf, Asta tugged on it and nodded her head towards a stand of the curved trunk white fruit water trees.  Another tug and head nod, and a wave of her free hand, and she tried to persuade him to let her lead him under the shade and pile the luggage there.<br/><br/><i>"Boahtit,"</i>she urged him with her voice.<i>"Boahtit."</i>and she pulled on the handle again, but kept her fingers on his so he wouldn't let go and would come along with her.