Tora waited while Carlo got Haele. She must be in pretty bad shape if he has to carry her. She thought. She found a folding chair against the cave wall and set it up near the table, but not too close... just in case. Tora wanted to get this whole thing over with. Maybe then, she could go back home and relax. relax? She hadn't done that since this whole situation started... only a few months ago. It seemed so much longer than that. She started letting her mind wander, but it was cut short. Haele was being carried over to the folding chair she had just unfolded for her. Once Carlo was out of the way, Tora saw it. The whole bottom half of her shirt was soaked in blood. She knew Haele was going to be fine, but her recovery wasn't going to be quick and easy.