Duskfire Glacier Failures are inevitable [M]

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Although Lane hadn't heard Rye's initial shout, she alerted immediately to Tzila's urgent summons. It took her a moment to recover from standing up so quickly, and she stumbled, trying to locate her emergency medkit while the earth spun around her. The medkit was already packed with any supplies she might require for wound care, but Lane had not forgotten that Tzila was expecting. What if the emergency had something to do with the pregnancy? There wasn't much that could be done for those sorts of problems, but Lane grabbed a few raspberry leaves just in case. If it was only some minor bleeding, the leaves would staunch the flow and likely ease the expecting mother's nerves. 

Her wave of dizziness passed, and she made her way quickly to the source of the call. She was still feeling lightheaded, probably because she hadn't eaten in.. a day? Two days? It was whenever Wintersbane had left that rabbit outside her makeshift den, she knew that much.

Lane halted as she approached the precipice. At first she was confused. This was the source of the call, and also where Tzila's scent was concentrated, but there was no one to be found. Then she heard a hushed, urgent voice, which drew her to over to the edge. Lane's gaze fell on Rye's limp body, attended by a very worried Tzila, and it was immediately apparent what had happened. 

A strangled, involuntary noise escaped from Lane, but it was partially muffled by the medkit in her jaws. Seeing him lying motionless and bleeding triggered a rupture of emotion. Rye, stong, steady, kindhearted Rye. A judgeless confidante. Her rock in a literal storm. He had responded to Lane's situation with empathy, embracing her with steady compassion and unequivocal acceptance. Unbidden tears welled at the corners of Lane's eyes. 

Lane's gaze darted across the rocky decline, searching for a path down, and another dizzy spell hit her. She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing through her dizziness. When she opened her eyes, it was only to locate the first step-- the one immediately before her. Keeping her eyes trained on her own feet, and she was able to pick her way down to bottom. She rushed to Tzila's side. She saw some moss deposited nearby-- was that incredibly lucky, or had Tzila collected it?-- and after a cursory glance over Rye's wound, she dropped her medkit to speak. 

"I'm here, Rye--" speaking his name triggered another wave of emotion. Swallowing down her anxiety, Lane continued, "You're going to be okay." Turning to Tzila, she spoke again in a low voice, "We'll need to staunch the bleeding-- could you apply that with pressure?" She gestured toward the moss. She would show Tzila how to apply the correct pressure if need be. If Tzila could help her by keeping pressure on the wound, then Lane would be able to step away to chew up a quick poultice.