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Djerra watched the man as he activated whatever it was in creatures that enabled them to survive, that surge of will to force one's body beyond its natural limitations. The fires dwindled to ashes, and Djerra could finally gather to courage to approach. Hesitantly, he sidled forward until he was standing over the man (not towering, of course. Just standing over). He assessed the man. Human, or close enough. Cybernetic arm and a strong body. But physical features could only give him so much. What kind of person was he? Not knowing how far away the closest sentient, friendly habitation was, he might have to share resources with this man if he saved him. If this man was going to be nothing but trouble, Djerra didn't need him. However, another set of eyes and hands... er, hand, might be beneficial. While Djerra was dexterous, and could get a lot done with his vines, he lacked the strength that this man apparently had.

Making his decision, Djerra let his vines unwrap from around his body and billow out from under his cloak. He had them wrap around nearby trees and their other ends to the man's torso and legs, and lift him away from the wreckage. The placed him close enough to the flames that he could be warm if he stayed like that until night, but far enough away that he would not be burned. It occurred to Djerra that the man might still be conscious and alarmed, but after he had set the man down, he simply wiped off the sweat from his exertion from his brow and went back to his search for water. Perhaps the man would recover well with a bit of rest, and perhaps he would be an invalid for a while until Djerra had to decide whether or not he was worth keeping. Either way, they would both need some water soon enough.