Helena hadn't missed the commotion either. Jasper's harsh and frieghtened voice had bellowed across the water on the still and sleepy island. She tossed her yarn making aside and lunged for her rolled up blanket. Carrying it in her arms she tried to run to the edge of the water without tripping on the trailing fabric. Hypothermia was starting to become a fear for her. Once the sun was down the temperature dropped quickly and she thought she'd heard Jasper shriek about children. If there were kids with her she had every intention of gathering them both up, drying them off as best she could and then planting them in front of the fire to warm up, blanket wrapped around them. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she muttered, pacing back and forth with the water licking her ankles as she tried to see through the darkness, determin where they were going to come ashore.