(Yes, it's starting to snow again... Yasha stands for a moment, transfixed by the sight, then shivers, and that kick starts her pace anew. She has quite a large stride, so she's careful not to pull too far ahead of her new companion. She'll bring up the lead, however, and perhaps this is a calculated move, just to block the wind as much as she can from hitting the smaller woman bringing up the rear behind her.)

I am not used to snow, (she says, by way of discussion. Starting a conversation is probably best, just to distract them from their current situation.)

I came from the... (she gestures, thinking,) swamp? Something more marsh-like. In any case, it was much drier than this.