She nods, "Here, gently now...." she tries to help him lay down, not touching the spots he was burnt. "No more of that. You are [i]not[/i] ok." she frowns and tries to speak sternly to him.



Jacob observes him and sighs, looking around the immediate area and pulls out a chair, one that is clearly made from the surrounding scrap. "Here, sit. And don't make me make you." 

Jeb checks his list and shrugs. "Everyone should be accounted for." he looks up and smiles some, "What would you like to do next?"