[Jasmine steps back to give him space, but his words make her more wary of their surroundings. He's right; who knows what these are like, and they could be more dangerous than they let on. Still, the poinsettias continue their influence, and she stiffens her stance as she smiles confidently at her injured companion.]

Fine. We'll look for one together. But I am going to help you walk, and you will let me know when you need to rest, and if you push it, I will go on my own to send help. We can't be the only ones here, someone's bound to know something, and I won't let you risk your own life while I'm with you.

[Her tone is insistent but also calm. Even when she's nervous about his state, she's trying to reassure.]