As her voice traveled over the waves of the shoreline, Giulia waited for an answer of sort from Asta and, finally, she saw a pale arm raising from the waters. With a silent sigh of relief, and then she saw the pale shines of the nordic's body weightly walking toward her. Her big brown eyes kept looking at her, she did not know what was it all about, but she couldn't move her gaze away; was about her pale skin? Was it about her strenght that seemed hidden beneath a layer of adorable and innocent features? Even as Asta exited from the waters, with her body dripping with water, Giulia noticed the confidence that girl inspired and radiated, a sense of courage and duty that touched even Giulia's heart, feeling somewhat safer and willing to survive that hell in which they all fell in prisony. "...ma quanti anni ha?" thought her as Asta approached over the warm sands in all of her nude and pure beauty, with her hairs and muff shining in golden shines under the sun.<br/><br/>Gulping, Giulia handed the orange bottle she had in her hand, offering it to Asta. <<...mh... sole... ahia...>> a finger indicated the sun and her own reddened skin, mimicking a massage on her arm with the cream, then, to enphatize the point, she took the bottle and, still closed, mimicked a squeeze and a massage on Asta's arm, looking in the clear eyes of Asta, where her blue battled with the reddening caused by the salt water and the sun that shone over the water, Giulia smiled encouragingly, trying to be friendly, trying to be helpful and, most importantly, trying to show gratitude for the girl's efforts, and if the whole surviving group managed to retrieve all of the items that Alejandro was now tidily piling over the sand, it was all due to Asta's strenght. <<...grazie>> said Giulia unhanding the bottle to Asta.<br/><br/>Turning her head for a moment, she noticed that the group was now reunited and, aside the weakness in Alejandro's legs, everybody else seemed to fare well; still, returning her gaze to Asta, her eyes looked beyond the reddening nordic's skin in front of her, but her gaze lost itself at the horizon. She felt her head spin and felt a bit nauseous at the memory of the accident sparkled again in front of her eyes. She kept her eyes fixed at the deep blue line that separated the seas from the skies, wondering how it all happened... how did they managed to survive... where were they? ... all was lost... or was it all lost?