It would've been so easy to give in and let herself sob over what had just happened. Instead, Marga clung to her friend, holding her breath in one last effort to keep herself from breaking down completely. They weren't safely out of the metaphorical woods yet. In fact, they were still in the bear's cave, and whoever had screamed? Had probably been eaten by that metaphorical bear.
"You got here. That's the important thing. It wasn't your fault, it was that waker. He saw me. Must've alerted his friends or something. It wasn't your fault." She was babbling, but it helped dispel part of the urge to cry. "I'm alive; none of them were able to get in there to me."
Finally, Marga sniffed, and released Rae. She brushed the fingers of her free hand across her eyes. "Who screamed?" She asked.