With the corner of her eyes, Giulia spotted the definitely hunky and, she would bet being a model of sort, man coming toward them. "Damn" she thought as his fit, tatooed and tanned body passed over the white sands of the beach, giving the idea that he was posing for some sort of exotic photoshoot. When he came closer, he opened the bottle of water and poured some over her still dry lips, allowing her to feel the pure and clean water to wash the sugars and minerals of the coconut from her mouth. The tattoed man then offered a bottle of water to every other survivor, thing that Giulia greeted with a smile and a nod of her head.<br/><br/>The scene was curious indeed, as the last survivor approached Giulia and Asta, pouring water over her lips, followed, now and then, by Giulia's similar motions, giving the impression of two adults playing parents by feeding that smaller and tiny girl that rested, in dozing relax... or unseen exhaustion, over the soft flesh of the curvy girl.<br/><br/>A sense of calm passed over Giulia by watching the other girl relaxing and using her body as a pillow, feeling that Asta was feeling indeed better, but that thought was confirmed when the nordic girl with yawny voice said something and then move their hands beneath her head, in a motion that is almost universally recognized as indication of a pillow, and then to sleep.<br/><br/><<...oh... ha sonno...>> whispered her with a faint smile while looking at Aerin <<Lasciamola riposare...>> finally said her while removing her hands from the tight grasp of the sleeping beauty. Looking around, she noticed that they were not so far away from the spot she noticed earlier that day and pointed as possible place for a camp, but that new spot would be doing good as well, if was not even better. Standing up with a sigh, feeling blood returning to flow into her legs and the breeze to refresh her meat where was touched by the flaming skin of Asta, Giulia adjusted her improvised bikini made of thick tracksuit and thick cotton tank top folded up, now feeling clearly unfit for the whole situation, wondering if she could borrow one from the piles Alejandro made... if ever she'll found one of her...generous sizes.<br/><br/>Shaking away that rather useless thought for a brief moment, she noticed that Asta was still without sun protection or after-sun lotion... and she would have great damages the day after. Almost certainly. And it was better for her to force the point, at this time, but the soft breathing of the girl indicated that she was already in a well deserved sleep, and Giulia would hate to wake her up.<br/><br/>Still, she tried anyway <<...hey, Asta...>> whispered her while gently poking her shoulders <<...crema... sole... >> repeated her, then trying to be more clear by saying <<AHIA>> while gently pressing her finger against Asta's shoulders.<br/><br/>"...se non si sveglia da lei, non mi resta che mettergliela... non voglio si bruci. Di più..." thought her, waiting for an answer from the girl resting nearby.