Wheeling Gull Isle a tall ship and a star to steer her by

The girl watches from the shelter she has found beneath the bush as @Adeline moves by, gathering her senses and coming to realise that alone, beneath a bush, is not the place to be.  She squirms her battered body out, the blood on her coat well hidden in the dimness and driving storm. She lurches to her feet, head suddenly set afloat in a sea of dizziness. She sways, and the easiest thing to do would be to collapse back down and find the immediate shelter. But she can not be alone. 

She calls to the woman who staggered off, stumbling along behind her, bark breaking from her burning throat in a desperate call, moving as quickly as she can (which is, to say, horribly slow) in an attempt to catch up with the woman.