Hazel watched the blanket rope lowered down. For a moment, she was about to shove Amos out of the way. Her nerves were getting to her. Her hands were shaking, though her breathing had managed to ease a little.

"Go on, Amos. I need to move the dresser so it can't get up with us as easily. Better I do it since I can keep the thing off of me with the eagle." She handed him to blankets.

"Unless... you've got an idea?" She asked hopefully. Now that Amos was awake, maybe he could take charge and she didn't need to do it.

"I sent Haley up there with the frying pan it hit you with, the crossbow, the quiver, the shotgun, a bag of supplies- oh, here's your rifle." She pulled it off of her shoulder and held it out to him. "It might need to be reloaded."