Get the plant and return to Gillo

"Help me," the voice calls again. Something is off about it. Each time it calls it does so in the exact same tone, almost as if a recording is being played. Recalling the half-heard words of Gillo you decide to ignore the pleas for assistance and focus on the task at hand. The climb is not very high, but it is perilous, requiring your full concentration to avoid slipping and falling onto the rocks below. After an arduous climb you reach the outcropping of rock that hosts the white-leafed plant. You gather as many leaves as you can reach and stuff them into your pockets, hoping that they are sufficient.

By the time you have climbed back down and set off across the plains towards Gillo you are trembling with the cold and your breath is coming in gusts. The strange science that governs the various environments of the island is often put to use to make things more difficult on the girls being tested. You shiver and try to clench your jaw so your teeth do not chatter.

Gillo is at least sitting up when you find him, but it is clear he is in a bad state. His many wounds have stopped bleeding but some of them are very ugly and no doubt full of bacteria.

"Thought maybe you eaten by cave worm," says Gillo.

"I'm smarter than that," you say and empty your pockets onto the ground. Gillo nods at the leaves.

"Must chew up and make paste," he says. "Rub paste into wounds."

You're too tired and cold to argue. You stuff your mouth full of the leaves and start chewing. The bitter flavor of the leaves floods your mouth with saliva. You work your jaws until you have a large wad of paste. Spitting the steaming lump into your hand, you find the worst of Gillo's wounds - a long tear on the back of his powerful leg - and you begin smearing the goop into the wound. The huge gorilla winces and draws away at your first touch, but he steadies himself and allows you to apply the paste until the wound is covered.

"Much better," says Gillo with a groan. "Please do all wounds."

You chew up all the leaves, gradually smearing the paste onto the various wounds all over the gorilla's body. The more you apply, the more awake and pleasant he seems. You are still freezing cold, but you are surprisingly awake as well, energized by the juices in the leaves. All the juice swallow has also number your throat completely. It's a weird feeling.

Gillo has an additional response, although you cannot be sure it is caused by the paste or by you climbing all over him and applying it. The gorilla monster's huge cock has grown stiff. It stands up from his gray fur like a pale gray fence post of meat, with two apple-sized balls dangling beneath it. Your gaze lingers on the huge cock. Gillo fought by your side and probably saved you from a fate worse than **** with those lupines. And you're wide awake now.

"Sorry," says Gillo, realizing what you are looking at. You blush as you are caught thinking about him. You were planning to curl up beside the huge gorilla and use his fur to stay warm, but maybe there is a way to stay warm and show your gratitude to your companion at the same time.