[Spirit of the Party]

Lynn rolled into the cave, writhing in pain from the cuts. Cloth never felt so close to naked, now as she focused to push out the pain and here to listen to the stronger companion. She coughed hard once, twice, and then a third time before she felt enough air in her lungs to speak.
"Yeah," she said hoarsely. Her face gave hint of otherwise, but she was able to stand up. Blood trickled down her back, but at a slow pace that had now danger of bleed out. The cut was light. Looking at the group of savage, she felt safe enough to use her light, and did so, examining the environment, now fully revealed, unlike before.