Human touch. Human emotions. Fate. All but those concepts were blurry and unfocused, hidden in a thick fog around her burning eyes and the voice of their companions were nothing but an unclear noise in the winds. All the shock, the fear, the uncertainess of the very fact if she... if THEY will survive the day... her family and all she had... all of these ideas screaming and yelling in her mind at the same time, digging their screams deep into her core. Still, while backing away, and lost into her own storm of emotions, the warm hands of the nordic girl that clinged at her own skin, dragging her into another deep and almost fierce hug. Giulia felt Asta's body to lightly shook with sobs, and then again the two girls were hugging and despite the lack of clothes on one and a considerably reduced and skimpified improvised bikini on the other, scene that would have been considerably alluring by common eyes, to the curvy girl it was but nothing but a pure and clean need of support, a shoulder to cry over and let go of your emotions.<br/><br/>Giulia remained silent and followed the other girl's tugging downward and, breaking her hug for an instant, she made sure to not fall over the other girl with her body, just to resume her hopefully comfortable hug. Asta's voice, broken and trembling, echoed in the italian ears with weight, sounding like a desperate plead for something. Speechless, she hugged her tightly, making sure the girl will feel her presence, she was not abandoned. She was not alone. <<Shhh... calma...>> whispered her while caressing Asta's hair, yet, her voice was trembling and with tears rolling over her cheecks <<...calmati... non ho capito una parola... che sia una... ma non ti preoccupare, adesso noi siamo qui, eh?>> Giulia then moved her arms and took Asta's face in her hands, trying to give an envcouraging smile at her, but as her brow eyes looked at her blue and reddened ones, she froze.<br/><br/><<...hei... s-stai bene?>> said her, panic in her voice <<...Asta...s-sei calda!... e tremi!>> one of her hands instinctively went to Asta's forehead, and removed a strand of blonde hairs. "...trema... ma è calda" thought her "il sole deve averla colpita. ...è troppo pericoloso" immediately she pictured a common scene that could be seen every day at the beach, where a tourist or a too brave bather dared to challenge the sun and fainted, but they were not on a common beach, and right now, everything could be potentially deadly. So, still holding tightly the little nordic girl, Giulia tried to get the attenction of the others,<br/>remembering that she often saw Beach-wardens giving fresh water and other fresh things to drink, but here... <<Cocco! COCCO! Per favore!>> her voice clear and decise, still pleading, it was important and for what mattered now, the life of the other girl was in danger, knowing that the only thing that approached water were coconuts...<br/><br/><<...non ti preoccupare...>> whispered again in the other's ear <<...è tutto a posto... adesso loro porteranno del cocco e tu ti sentirai meglio, ochei?>> She had not the courage to even move away from the hug, fearing that even the slightest abandon would damage the sunburned girl, all she wanted to do was to