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"The fact that it doesn't count and doesn't change you says a lot," he tells her softly. "I'm not going to argue with you about it, don't worry."

"Good," Nana says, with a little nod. She turns her attention towards the fire as she muses, "I don't really have it in me for a fight today anyway."

"No," he agrees. "This well and truly sucks."

He digs his feet in. "Do you have shelter? Somewhere to go?"

"Not really. I was probably thinking of just finding a tree and curling up there tonight."

There are other people that Nana can bunk with. But she's still a little bit hesitant that people would want her in the first place.

"Why don't you come over with me?" he wonders. "I've got a little shelter with three walls and some blankets. I'll take first watch if you want."

"That works for me," Nana nods. "But you've got to actually wake me up. None of that chivalrous nonsense. I can help, so I'm going to."

Said mostly because Nana thinks Sheehan would be the sort of person who would try and take all of the shifts, or at least more than he reasonably should.

"I'm so fucking tired, Nana, that I am counting the hours until I can wake you up," he promises and holds out a hand. "I'll wake you in a few but you have to do the same. Deal?"

"Deal," Nana says, with a nod and a smile as she shakes Sheehan's hand. "Trust me, I'm gonna wake you up. I'll make sure we get through this together."

He holds fast to her hand for half a second. "We will make sure. Together, Nana." And he lets go to stand up. "Come on. I've got a fire going, too."

Nana takes another puff of her cigarette before standing up to go follow Sheehan.

"I wonder how long we'll be stuck here," she muses. "The Admiral's probably getting the Barge back in shape, right?"

"Most likely. But there's plenty still on the ship for us to go to," he assures her, walking slowly through the sand. "Are you worried?"

Nana shakes her head, letting out a little 'mmm.' She's not worried in the slightest. After a moment, she continues with, "What can I do? If I worry about something, it's not like I can do anything about it. We're at the mercy of everything else here."

"Worry is normal, Nana. You don't have to fix it. It's an uncomfortable feeling, but it's alright," he assures her.

That's the thing: she has to fix it. She has to fix everything. In a situation like this, where she can't do anything...it's taking all of Nana's strength to remind her of that fact, to remind her that there are just some things she can't do, that she'll need to go with the flow on this.

"I'm not worried," she reiterates. "If I worry about this, then I'll want to do something. I can't do anything, so I've gotta focus on not being worried."

He smiles. "That's something maybe we can talk about when we're back on familiar ground," he teases gently, leading her to his makeshift little tent. There's a few blankets inside and the fire out.

"Go ahead and rest a while. I'll wake you up soon."

Nana stubs out her cigarette on a nearby rock before throwing the cigarette butt into the fire. There's a moment before she gives Sheehan a small little smile.

"Thanks," she says, before heading inside the tent, ready and willing to take a little nap.

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