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At the sound of an acid ball hitting skin, Caysey sat up quick, hand rushing to bow. Her mind felt jumbled, blood rushing to it, but she managed to catch sight of what was happening. She raised her eyebrows up, hurting her stitches and lowered them, fumbling to grab an arrow and nock it. She pointed it out the door, prepared to shoot if necessary, but only then.

The hail was lightening up, although it was still snowing, enough to make it blurry to see. She quickly glanced around at the cave they were in, seeing that although it was small, it was perfect shelter. We need to build a fire, she thought.