There was shuffling... murmuring and more shuffling. Feet moving through gravel, quickly. Someone knelt beside her and she felt herself being turned. She didn't protest, no... she was still a little bit too shocked to do much of anything. Instead, she squinted through her glasses, praying that the person touching her had a shirt on. 'Lord... please... please, please, please... don't let it be Saph!' Her hair blocked her vision momentarily, she she went ahead and closed her eyes. To prevent herself from seeing who it was, and possible bareness right in front of her.

Peeking out again, one eye squinted closed and one cracked open behind her dark glasses, she managed to spot who it was. 'Oh.. Oh thank god.' That wasn't Saph's voice. It was Martin! Kind, responsible, not naked, Martin. She could have cried, but didn't really have time to, because before she could think of what to say something swatted her across the cheek. It was enough of a hit to make her blink, and shake her head slightly.

>>"Andrea!"

...She probably needed to explain herself... and get up. Surely they were worried. The Greek heard the shuffling of feet through gravel approaching again, and Saph's voice reached her ears.... He didn't sound to happy. With a little grunt, she pushed herself awkwardly up on one elbow, managing not knock heads with he who had awakened her only because she took care not to rise to fast. She still felt rather dizzy.. but she needed to calm Saph down. "Saphirus... I am fine..." Turning her head, she set about aiming a smile his way... until she caught sight of his chest again. She jerked her eyes away so fast a whole new wave of dizziness washed over her, and she turned a darker shade of brown. ".... thank you Martin. The... s-sun.. must have gotten to me."

Her voice was squeaky... very timid. She didn't really know what else to say.

Apparently he did not need to get prepared for another shoveling just yet, though Saph was a bit irate. Boy, boy, he liked Andy. Way too attached, way too easily to anger. He was tempted to give Andy a bruise on the other cheek as well. Very tempted. Just to see what Saph would do, just to see the man powerless. But Martin was not much into the business of hitting women that had done him nothing wrong. He was more concerned for their safety. More concerned for the fact that she was currently beginning to stir beneath his fingers, life returning to her body. Control. Without looking back twice, he snatched the water bottle held out at him, the liquid cold under his fingers. His brow was adorned with gravel dust and still slightly sweaty, beads forming there, drawing lines in the gray as they streaked along. The blue eyes looked concernedly in Andreas face.
> Saphirus... I am fine... .. thank you Martin. The... s-sun.. must have gotten to me.
Despite the heat hammering down on them, despite the friction between Saph and Martin, despite the fact that he had intended this day to be an exercise in humility for the shovelheaded boy Martin did not follow the norms now. The noise coming from his throat was nothing but a strangled laugh, could not be mistaken. “Here Andrea, have some water.” He practically poured it into her mouth as he spoke the words. Maybe to shut her up and stop her from making things worse. And some water went over her head too. Just to make sure. While doing so, turned his head to face Saph. “I told you so, put that rag on. Try to get her to claw your back another time.” His implicit permission was worth nothing of course. Whats important was that he put that shirt back on and stopped exciting Andrea, who was fragile enough right now without someone flashing her. The last bit might have gone over Andys head a bit too energetically, drowsing her. The gravel turned an interesting shade of dark-gray when you wet it.