R Psycho, what are you doing mate?
*Jason finally wakes up, noticing two individuals also in the cave. A man sits nearby the fire, apparently re-lit, talking about the storm and dark magic. Jason merely turns his head slightly, and hears the storm, still toying with him. He sighs though, full knowing that he hadn't the strength to go back out. He was in an incredibly weakened strength, completely over-estimating his abilities, and under-estimating how deadly the storm was, and thus was left slumped next to a rock, although he was apparently well hidden, given that the two individuals didn't notice him as far as he was aware. He then turns to the girl, kneeling nearby the fire. She mentioned something about a treasure as she drank the water, but he unfortunately knew not of it. He tries to get up, but collapses, his front half of his body now visible from the flames, his helmet now on the dirt. He grunts, trying to at least crawl... but he was still unsuccessful. He thus sighs and looks towards the male's knees.*
"Do you have any provisions to spare? I... I don't know how I'm not dead yet, but you two seem to be in a comfortable position... all I need is someone to pick me up and place me onto the rock here, and maybe something fresher than Sheegoth meat... although you don't have to do either..."