[Caitlyn can barely hear for the rushing in her ears. But once she calms down a bit, and her breathing starts to slow, she calls back,] I'm alright.
[Slowly, she rolls over, testing the strength of the wood beneath her. But she's not going to look over the edge. She might pass out if she sees how far she could have fallen.]
It seems to be secure. [It hasn't broken yet, at least.
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[Slowly, she rolls over, testing the strength of the wood beneath her. But she's not going to look over the edge. She might pass out if she sees how far she could have fallen.]
It seems to be secure. [It hasn't broken yet, at least.
Now, the problem of getting Clara over here.]