She lifted her head proudly and retorted, "I just don't want you getting lost with that one eye of yours." Still stubborn. She figured that was something she was stuck with. Following him, she wondered how his arm and eye were really doing. That wasn't a gentle landing they had endured. Shrugging it off, she worried instead about their wet clothes. Seeing the cave, she felt some of her gloom intensify. Stuck. That was the only word that came to mind at the sight of their shelter.