As if memories of the crash hadn't been keeping him awake, but finally when he started to sleep, an unnatural sound rose him, making him sit up in the spot he'd been laying down in, his heart thumping in his chest. Was that a roar? No.. it was his imagination. His head was swimming still from the wound above his left eyebrow which had since stopped bleeding, but he felt like maybe the sounds he thought he heard were just a series of memories from a bad dream of the crash. Slowly though, he sat up properly and sat crossed leg in his spot where he'd been laying near the fire, his fingers idly and gently feeling over the slowly healing cut while his dark eyes stared into the flames. They were going to get rescued. He just knew it.