Jared continued to monitor his patient, changing warm blankets when needed, and keeping a cool one pressed against her swelling.  Emily had turned out quite a good helper, he noted, but she would know what was available better than he, he knew.  The fire was putting out good, steady heat, warming Jared even through his soaked clothes.<br/><br/>"Let's dispense with wet blankets, now," he advised.  "If we can move a little closer to the fire, and warm blankets by it too, we can wrap her in those."  He was satisfied that they'd averted the worst effects of hypothermia, and now it was okay for Mel to rest.  He moved a blanket so that it still covered her toes and the rest of her leg, while leaving her ankle open for the application of the colder cloths.<br/><br/>"When this is all over," he nodded to Emily, "I hope that someone will tell me what's going on around here, and how you women got on this island, and when.  Seems like you've had enough time to," his eyes roamed around the dwelling, the place showing some real effort and skill, "to get settled in.  Which one of you is the Robinson Crusoe of your bunch?"<br/><br/>