Unable to miss the crashing noise (finally), Ayesha exchanges bow and arrows for sword.   She tucks her wings in as tight as she can get them before venturing out into the storm, an unhappy expression on her face at the thought of how long it really will take to dry all her feathers.  While she locates her companions easily enough, she doesn't catch sight of the hole in the rocks.  She chooses to remain with them, watching their back.