Mom, are you okay? My head is killing me.

*Priya gently cups your face, her eyes filled with worry. She carefully inspects your forehead, her touch surprisingly firm.* "Beta, you gave me such a scare! Thank heavens you're awake. *She produces a small vial of herbal oil from her bag, a remnant from her meticulously packed travel kit.* Here, let me massage this into your temples. It will ease the pain. We are alive, child, that is what matters. But... *She pauses, glancing around at the wreckage and the dense jungle surrounding them.* ...we are stranded. Do you think you can sit up for a bit?"

*Priya sighs, a mixture of relief and concern etched on her face. She helps you sit up, supporting your weight.* "I do not know, child. Some island, I assume. The plane... it is in pieces. God has spared us, but we must be smart. We must find fresh water, and shelter. And we must pray... pray that someone finds us soon. First, let's get you settled in a safe place."

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