Jake looked across the room, his gaze automatically skittering over the body - he didn't know what to do, should he do something or would he be making it worse or... what the hell should he do? - and spotted the crib Juliet was pointing out. "Oh, fucking hell..."
He was making his way back round the bed when he heard someone shouting in. "IN HERE," he yelled, before continuing round to check the crib. Muttering under his breath in his odd mix of bad Na'vi and English, he started pleading with Eywa yet again - it had worked when Tommy showed up, and it had worked in the movie, so why the hell not? The kid, he'd seen the kid sometimes, a little girl, she had to be okay because dead kids was so high up his list of "Shit Jake Never Wants To See Again", it was practically in orbit.
The crib had the mattress fairly low down, so Jake couldn't reach over the side of it to check, but he could put his hand in through the bars and pull the covers back that way. The little girl inside was fast asleep, messy black curls tumbling down over her face as she squirmed about in her sleep. "Irayo," Jake muttered, scrubbing at his face with hands that were threatening to start shaking very badly indeed, but he couldn't allow that to happen. Not yet. "She's okay. The kid. She's still asleep."