[Time passes. The island— the turtle rows its flippers without a care for time or weather. The storm eventually soaks them all, a stinging beat-down of icy rain that has them all soaked, and then laid out to dry in the salt-rime sun, afterwards. She tries her heat-drying trick again, and is more surprised than she should be to find herself nearly fainting with the effort, her reserves spent.
By the next day Shepard is baked to burning, under the sun and ready to drink seawater, just to feel something. She can barely stand, by the time the island comes into view: even for an N7, this level of over-extension and deprivation was pushing the limits. But those are coconut trees, and that means coconut water, and food.]
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[Time passes. The island— the turtle rows its flippers without a care for time or weather. The storm eventually soaks them all, a stinging beat-down of icy rain that has them all soaked, and then laid out to dry in the salt-rime sun, afterwards. She tries her heat-drying trick again, and is more surprised than she should be to find herself nearly fainting with the effort, her reserves spent.
By the next day Shepard is baked to burning, under the sun and ready to drink seawater, just to feel something. She can barely stand, by the time the island comes into view: even for an N7, this level of over-extension and deprivation was pushing the limits. But those are coconut trees, and that means coconut water, and food.]