[Worst case at the least, they can buy time for until someone with the kind of experience Revar has- though that's probably...Just Revar, unfortunately- can arrive. Every little bit counts, and so Cotton follows.

The old woman doesn't gasp in alarm as the screams grow louder, but the concern etches itself into the lines of her face. Fingers to her lips, she muffles a sound of worry.]

Oh no...they're going to be a terrible sight, I'm going to need bandages and water for certain...

[More screams, more chances of bleeding- and at the very least she's been able to work on controlling that as much as she can.] Well, best get ourselves in there then.

[At least the door isn't locked! ....

Right? ...The door isn't locked right-]