After so many failures, so many dead bodies, Callenda was actually surprised when one moved.  Granted, the rather fit-looking woman seemed in better shape than some of the others, but still the ranger had to catch herself, instead of trudging on automatically to the next.  Seeing this one move energized her, helped her forget a little more of her own fatigue.  She dropped to one knee by the survivor, and draped an arm over her shoulder; this was largely to comfort the cold, confused woman, but partly for the reassuring contact that Callenda herself needed at that moment.<br/><br/>There was no point sugar-coating the news - Maron would soon register the bodies and debris.<strong>"The boat is gone, sunk.  I think almost everyone is dead."</strong>She squeezed Maron lightly.<strong>"But we're ok, we're on... an island.  So far it looks hospitable enough... are you alright?  Any pain besides your head?"</strong>She looked at the woman's bump crticially - probably not bad, but sometimes such knocks were surprising.  A quick test...<strong>"My name's Callenda.  Callie.  What's yours?  ... and what's mine, again?"</strong><br/><br/>Once Maron could focus, she would see the other woman was a dirty blonde with dark blue eyes and a soft, full mouth, wearing a rather colourful, lightly damaged top and skirt, barefoot, and as water-logged as Maron herself.