The beach is in sight, the waves gently lapping at the shore. The raptor pack is still some distance away, engaged in whatever dinosaur shenanigans they find amusing. You help Regina as much as you can, given her pregnant state and recent injuries.
Finally, you reach the water's edge. "Stay here," she whispers, collapsing onto the warm sand. "I'll try to get someone's attention."
"No, no. Just relax. I'll start a fire."
As you gather driftwood and twigs, Regina watches you warily, occasionally glancing back towards the jungle where they last saw their raptor captors. The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of red and orange as darkness begins to fall. Finally, you manage to get a fire going, its dancing flames casting flickering light across your faces.
"Maybe someone will see that," she whispers, her voice sounding small in the growing darkness.