A persistent itching got Melissa's attention. Her clothes were starting to dry out, and while she could tolerate most of it, there was one piece of clothing that was particularly annoying.<br/><br/>As discreetly as she could, she peeled off her plain white cotton panties, crouched next to the unconscious Y'eddra. The other clothes would have to wait, though they were probably ruined by the salt water.<br/><br/>Whether or not anyone else noticed, there was a faint flush on her cheeks as she checked over the unconscious girl, rubbing her limbs carefully to check for broken bones; there were makeshift splints in the first aid kit, so she could do something about it.<br/>Once she was sure there weren't any obvious breaks, she gingerly pulled the other girl to the rest of the group.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>