Kynrind and Anoria pulled up in the thicket. Kyn huddled in the saddle, sweating heavily as the curses ate into her body. Anoria, whiter faced than normal, managed to cast several cleanses on herself and her sister. Removing  most of them, but  both were obviously in pain.<br/><br/>As the curses were removed, Kyn raised her eyes to scan the skies around them. Switching from her rifle to the bow. The huntress snarled silently, handing her sister a waterskin. Which she gratefully drank from.