Like Jonah from the whale

As Ila pulled, Iolaire pushed. The sooner they could get from the sands, the better. Once they were on the break between sand and grass, Io motioned for the caribou to stop. This would be the place for now. There were some taller rocks that would provide a wind barrier. She could build a substantial fire that would radiate off of said rocks. With a nod, she unhooked Ila and went to check on her patient. The dog had said something, but she hadn't entirely understood. Wata in ears, she got. She would be surprised if he didn't have water in his ears.

Leaving his side, the tiny woman set about finding firewood. She collected a decent enough pile and pulled some cattail fluff from her pack. Placing the kindling, she struck sparks with flint and steel. Several minutes after she had begun, there was a small fire roaring. Once she settled the waterlogged man beside it, she would go and fetch more wood.

"Come now," she said as she neared the cart. With care, she worked on extracting him from the wheeled apparatus. "Warm." Single words since he'd seemed to have trouble before. She would leave him curled within the furs next to the fire. Ila, she sent out searching for wood which the caribou could carry back on her antlers.