It is a relief when the healers arrive. Cassandra notes them out of the corner of her eye, hurrying to where the injured huddle against the cold, but she is busy coordinating the rescue efforts themselves. She kneels in the snow to talk to those who had been on the caravan, attempting to account for everyone. The thought of someone being overlooked, buried in the avalanche and only discovered months later, when the snow melts away -

It haunts her, voices of fear and of determination whispering in her ear, arguing among themselves, and Cassandra pushes the thought away. One wagon is accounted for. Another, all of its passengers present. The third -

A woman grabs her arm, panicked, and Cassandra leans close to hear, pales, and tears herself away, running for the wreckage. She digs, disappearing for a time (too long) behind the upturned form of a carriage -

When she emerges, she scans the scene, her eyes locking onto Bruce almost immediately. They are not acquainted, but she recognizes him from the healing tents, knows at least vaguely who he is. She marches over, cradling the pale, unconscious form of a little girl to her chest.

"Please." She stops before him, gathering the girl's freezing body close. "Can you help her?"