[She heaves a tired little sigh— wearier than the time she's burned getting situated: it'd started before she'd found herself adrift here, and it's carried on and on... so much thinking, so much planning, pushing herself to adapt and understand everything that's beyond her, because it's the only way she'll do more than survive.
A beat later, she slides forward in the sand, sitting finally at his side.]
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A beat later, she slides forward in the sand, sitting finally at his side.]
So, what's the endgame.