[When Mia locates one of the wooden palettes (the hard way), and finds two more in a flash of lightning from outside, the first trickles of 'this will be okay' make their way into her thoughts. She drags the wood to the doorway between the rooms, going back to see if there is anything else useful. The wood might not burn, if water got in-
Ah. Kindling.
By the time she makes it back to Walter, taking tiny steps as she tugs along the wood and thankfully-dry sacks, everything feels so heavy. She just can't be done yet. Serac returns to her person, and she kneels again to check whether Walter is still awake.]
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Ah. Kindling.
By the time she makes it back to Walter, taking tiny steps as she tugs along the wood and thankfully-dry sacks, everything feels so heavy. She just can't be done yet. Serac returns to her person, and she kneels again to check whether Walter is still awake.]