The bleeding had stopped, no thanks to the stranger with the torch. Still, some light from a rude person was better than no light at all and revealed to Helen the rather precarious position she was on very near to the edge of the ledge. She scooted away from it.<br/><br/>Now at a more comfortable distance from the edge Helen slowly stood up praying that her nose wouldn’t start gushing blood again, there was already enough of the stuff on the ground and her shirt, and wincing at the warning pains from her complaining joints. Oh she was going to be stiff in the morning. She could feel a few loose spines sitting in uncomfortable places in her back and so shook her shoulders trying to dislodge the spine. A minute or two of wriggling about and a few spine had plinked to the ground and Helen planned to sort out the rest later when she was less likely to die. Now where was that rude fellow?<br/><br/>Ah there he was standing near to the edge shouting up the hole. She supposed that the others must've landed further up, hopefully that girl was alright, but if they had to climb up the Helen was pretty much stuck. A quick look around revealed a large archway situated behind them with the darkness beyond tentatively touched by the torchlight. Might be a good place to find some other way up. His voice bounced and warped as it travelled until the echoes were indistinguishable from each other. Well that would never do.<br/><br/>“Whoever built this place must have built some stairs..." She trailed off as the rude fellow clutched his side. "Are you alright there?" She approached him but unable to see what was wrong due to the torch light throwing blinking shadows around the area.