Lost Creek Hollow And the roof is caving

Arbiter, of course, was no softie. No pulling punches, no flailing around tripping over herself to help some poor sap. But the other woman at least seemed to have some spirit left in her as she sat up. So perhaps not an entirely lost cause. Maybe.

The leader's gaze was critical, and the fact that the stranger seemed so weak boosted her feeling that walking a bit closer wasn't much of a risk. It wasn't even a calculated risk -- it was minimal chance of things going awry. Mm. So tell me, are you just paused for a breather or actually seeking refuge or something? She suspected that the former wouldn't exactly last very long in that state. But it was still a bit of a risk for her own pack if so. Many who wanted help seemed to shirk returning the effort paid to restore them...