Dawn really wasn't quite sure how she had ended up at the shelter. The last thing that was really concrete in her mind was Willow's transformation and then the seeering pain as she felt her body buckle against the hotel. She could vaguely remember traces of someone helping her get to the shelter, voices talking around her, but nothing concrete.
Now she sat near the back the room, her knees pulled up to her chest. Her entire body killed, she was fairly certain there had been some damage to her ribs but she wasn't about to complain, this whole thing was far bigger than her. She was pretty bruised up but tried to hide the flicker of pain across her face.