Jet had been whittling away both time and wood when Albert told him Sam and Venus were approaching. He was only a second behind his partner when they left the treehouse and met the group. Albert had the med kit and Jet left him to it, moving to stand next to Sam and press his sleeved wrist to Venus' cheek.

"Vee? Not lookin' too hot there." There was concern in his tone, but it wasn't as strong as it might be if Sam had been running up to the tree. It probably wasn't life-threatening, at least.