Right... we've always been able to look after each other since we arrived here. We…

[Aranea looks like she has the right idea, lying down, resting. Despite his stubborn nature, his want to wander around and help where he can, it’s starting to seem more and more like a… viable option. He shifts a little, cot springs squeaking.]

It’s expected for us to help each other. I imagine it’s the same with anyone from your world.