He came to on the muddy riverbank, rain pounding his back and dripping off his hair into his eyes. His head was spinning, but even that was starting to fade. In a slight panic, he looked about for Guiana, and was relieved to find her by his side, but very pale and still out cold.

He could still smell fire and ash, but it was subdued. They must have floated quite a bit downstream, but if he could still smell the forest fire, it must have burned quite a bit. He felt a bit sick at that. All that land, all that waste. Guiana's home ...

He gathered her up in his arms, and headed out of the rain and into the trees. It wasn't much protection, but it was a little. He wished he could get the tree-limbs to shelter them both from the rain, but he didn't have her gifts. At least his accelerated healing was still working, for the scorch marks from the hot embers were almost gone.

He looked down at Guiana with concern. Her face was streaked with ash and mud, and the ends of her hair looked fried by heat. Her shoulder looked uneven and the angle was wrong. She looked so tired, even unconscious. Her eyelids began to flutter, and a moan escaped from her lips. He realized that her shoulder must have been dislocated from the wrenching Sabretooth had given it (I hope the Unseen beat you to a pulp. I hope you fried) and he explored the region with his fingertips gently.

Even such a gentle probing must have been excruciating. Her eyes flew open, the usually clear green-gold filmed over with pain, and she whimpered.

"Sorry," Logan said lamely. "It's out of joint. Putting it back in is going to hurt,"

Guiana looked at him, blinking through her pain. He wasn't even sure that she could understand what he was saying.

"It - it hurts now," she panted, and managed a ghost of a smile, then nodded to him once. "Just - heal it."

Logan nodded, took a deep breath, and braced himself.

Her scream as he yanked her arm back into its socket made the hate against Sabretooth rear up again. He felt that hollow feeling he got when he caused people he cared about pain, as two tears squeezed out of the corners of Guiana's eyes and traveled crystal clear across her temples. But the tree limbs were moving again, weaving into place above and below them both, forming a scaffold below and an awning above, so at least they were out of the rain.

She couldn't stop shaking, though, and her pupils were getting bigger and bigger. The dislocated shoulder probably hurt bad, true, but he figured that the damage to the forest was what was really doing her in. She felt the forest, after all, and it was just too much. She was going into shock, and it didn't seem like she had the healing abilities that Logan did.

"What can I do?" he asked, his helplessness making him gruff.

"I need - sleep," she panted through her chattering teeth. "But I hurt - " she shuddered again, pain ripping through her body like an electric current making her limbs go rigid in his arms.

Logan growled in frustration. "There has to be something around here that will knock you out," he said urgently. "Will a plant help?"

She looked at him without comprehension, the pain filming her eyes over again.

"Come on, Guiana, this forest is one big pharmacy. What plant will put you to sleep so you can heal?"

Even in her pain, she could allow herself a small laugh. "You know - which one," she murmured, her voice getting fainter. "Just - ask it. But you know."

She looked into his eyes, willing him to understand, for the pain was making her feral (and you sure know what that's like) and then, suddenly, he did.