Davian had cursed with 'Dark One's own luck!,' more than a bit wary of the strange devices the Aes Sedai was using. After Zoya had fallen unconscious, he tried to gently wake her, but to no avail. Instead, he took the heavy cloth she had used to carry all of her stolen items and poured them out into a neat pile in the sand, before propping the Aes Sedai up and wrapping her with the cloth to keep her warm. The next twenty minutes were far less pleasant, as Davian led a sortee into the wind and rain, wading into the light collection of trees past the sand and finding the driest bits of wood and foliage he could, and gathering all manner of stones, besides. 

He got lucky once, chancing a look at a strange shape in the sand, and plucking an unbroken cup out of the beach. It was of Tairen make, which he supposed made some sense. He cleaned it best he could with the rain water, and then let it sit just outside of the small derelict ship Zoya was now slumbering under. 

Another twenty minutes later, and Davian had begun a small fire near the aft, ensconced in stones and shielded from the rain as best it could be. A few drops of the rain found their way through the creases in the mottled wood, but overall it was a workable structure. Davian was freezing, but gradually he began to warm from the flames. His stomach gurgled from lack of food, but he was not starving yet. Every so often his eyes would gradually slide back to Zoya, and he wondered what pattern in the wheel had placed he and the Aes Sedai together. 

[i]Light, I'm already thinking about traveling with her. If I were smart I would wait until the rain abated and then simply leave.[/i] But he knew he was not going to do that. Eventually, he found a comfortable position, using his dried jacket as a place to rest his head as he decided to get an hour or two of sleep, the flames now all but embers. When she awoke, he was going to want to know what exactly all of these items were for, and it was his last thought before he drifted into a fitful slumber.