It had been a fucking weird morning already, waking up to find the door of her hut made of stone, dealing with the revelation that apparently it was happening to whatever Mathias touched. After nearly four years, Lucy liked to think she had gotten good at handling whatever the island threw at her — prided herself on it, even — but this had thrown her for something of a loop, different from its usual tricks. More alert now than she'd been when she had first discovered it, at least, and intent on finding out how widespread this particular phenomenon was, she was only walking by the hut when she saw the wall fucking blow out, and Jason land on his back.

"Oh my God," she blurted out, hurrying to his side without thinking and dropping to a crouch, her hand at his shoulder. "Holy shit, are you okay?"