Celena had been soaking her kitten-weak body in the water nearby when the tree had struck. She staggered over to Jo a minute after the tree struck, her blouse and leggings clinging to her wet skin, dragging her sword behind her.

"Jolene! Jolene?! Jolene, move! We have to escape!" But Jo was lost to her panic. Celena swapped her sword to her left hand, twisted, and slapped the other woman across her face, hoping to knock her out of her daze. Had she been at her full strength the blow would have been enough to knock Jo off of her feet, but in Celena's current state it was only enough to rock the other woman.