Rachel also woke up. I moved to her side.
"Ms. Rachel, are you okay?"
She nodded slowly, still disoriented.
"Where are we? What happened to our plane?"
I spoke in a calm, reassuring voice.
"Just take a breath. You're fine. We're on an island somewhere. We just have to wait for a rescue team to arrive."
Maya, who had been listening, looked around at the bamboo walls and the simple structure.
"This…?"
Victoria answered with a small, proud smile.
"Dexter made it while you were unconscious."
Both Maya and Rachel looked surprised.
I glanced outside. The sun was already low.
"It's going to be night soon. We need a fire; otherwise it's going to get cold."
Rachel's eyes filled with tears. Maya immediately reached over and held her hand.
"Rachel, don't worry. We'll be okay."
Rachel nodded, then looked at me.
"I'll come help you."
I turned to the others.
"Mom, I'm going to gather wood for a fire."
Rachel stood up to follow me, but I noticed she was barefoot. I stopped her.
