Dragoncrest Cliffs we begin in the dark and birth is the death of us

portia, with her handicap, is slower than she used to be. she moves as quickly as she can, panic gripping at her poor heart. she limps up a short time after rose does, breathing heavily and doing her best to ignore the shooting pain in her leg. she brings her emergency bundle, as she always does to calls like this. but as she arrives she fears it's not enough. heda is unconscious, a gash in her head. rose already has herbs, thrown to the side, and portia assesses the situation anxiously from a distance. 

"cobwebs," she says, almost in a mutter but audible at least. she quickly moves forward, opening her own bundle and pulling out the small ball of cobwebs she included in it. she carefully pressed them to the open wound on their heda's head, but they would need more than this. "we need to move her-- she needs to be dried off-- she's breathing-- she'll be okay if we move fast--" portia was saying things quickly and as the thoughts appeared in her mind, and of course she had no idea if their commander would be okay-- but it was the best she could offer right now. 

as she spoke, artaax appeared, looking shocked and frightened-- but ready to help. portia commanded the present party to move her-- carefully-- anxiety plaguing her.