"Maybe this one only lets psions, but there's lots of psions."

"Probably it's something more specific? But hopefully not too specific, given that we both made it through."

Lucien looks up at the patch of sky about where they fell from, vaguely hopeful of imminent rescue.

"Yeah, we don't have a lot of other obvious characteristics in common..."

"Possibly we both have unusually close relationships with our relatives? I'm really stretching with that one though -  it doesn't seem likely to be the kind of thing the filter would go by or to have prevented all prior attempts to get through."

"It would be weird on so many levels, yeah."

"Yeah."

Still no sign of even a hand being put through the portal experimentally or anything...

"They're probably on the phone with the insurance or something."

"Probably."

There's nothing but clear sky during the next half hour.

She has Bejeweled on her phone.

Lucien can listen to an audio book. 

Eventually the sun starts setting - for some reason this planets atmosphere has sunsets consisting of bands of magenta, reds, and oranges, repeating several times until they give way to the darkening blue of the remainder of the sky.

Wow.

"I guess we're lucky we can... breathe. - if we might be here over the local night we should probably rig up something that'll trap body heat in case it gets a lot colder."

The temperature is in fact starting to drop.

"I have a vague sense that lean-tos are a thing you can DIY? I can start getting branches for one if that seems like a good idea."

"Yeah, I'll trip if I try to tromp around in the woods so you gather I'll assemble."

"Yes," Lucien nods obediently and goes to gather branches and leaves, returning with armfuls for new instructions as to what Isabella needs more of for construction. 

There's a kind of flexible leafy branch that weaves tolerably well with sticks to provide stiffness, so she wants lots of those. When he winds up having to go farther afield for materials for the lean-to she stuffs leaf litter into the gaps in the weave while waiting.

Honestly were it not for the pit of anxiety in his stomach he'd be enjoying the chance to follow instructions and complete tasks from a very hot and competent dom. ... Possibly he is in fact managing to enjoying it even with the anxiety.

(Lucien isn't asking if he is bringing the right sticks, but if she does tell him a bundle is good he is definitely noticing that.)

"This reddish kind has really flaky bark and it comes apart and loosens up when I incorporate it, skip it next time," she says, pointing out a variety of stick.

"Yes ma'am."

The next batch won't have that type and will instead have a few smoother slightly green branches he found from a different sort of tree that felt unusually sturdy to him.

"Yeah, these work, thank you." Weave weave.

Than Lucien can bring more of that type the next time.

They run out of daylight before she runs out of useful work to do on the lean-to, but it'll have to do. "It's quite chilly. I don't think it's likely to freeze but we should sleep very close together and maybe bury ourselves in leaves."

Nod nod.

"That makes sense."

She collects leaves. She props up the lean-to on a big tree. "Get in here, we might as well get started warming each other up before we get too cold."

"Um. Yes. Yes ma'am." 

Lucien is going to be so bad at arranging himself inside the lean-to hopefully she has opinions about where he should be.

She will allow him the dignity-preserving measure of being the little spoon.

Leaf piling ensues.