(Yasha doesn't answer that, because she feels it is not a kindness, rather something that anybody with common sense would do. Either way, she sees no point in contesting the gratitude. She hunches her shoulders, so that the fur brushes comfortably against her jaw and cheeks.
They continue to walk in silence. Yasha does not mind the slog, she is more than used to walking great distances without pause, but of course, not everybody can keep up in the way that she can. She is careful to keep the woman close behind her, checking every so often to make sure she has not fallen behind. If she lost her in the snow... hmm. Yasha would rather not think about that.)
Um, (she says in response, hesitating... and then relenting again, her gaze swiveling back to the front.) I am from Xhorhas. In the south.
(How does one talk about Xhorhas to somebody who has never been there before? At least Yasha has not been tasked with selling the place to her stranger.) It is not a very nice place. It is... brown. There are no trees, and there are no plants, or flowers there. It is mostly full of dangerous beasts.
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They continue to walk in silence. Yasha does not mind the slog, she is more than used to walking great distances without pause, but of course, not everybody can keep up in the way that she can. She is careful to keep the woman close behind her, checking every so often to make sure she has not fallen behind. If she lost her in the snow... hmm. Yasha would rather not think about that.)
Um, (she says in response, hesitating... and then relenting again, her gaze swiveling back to the front.) I am from Xhorhas. In the south.
(How does one talk about Xhorhas to somebody who has never been there before? At least Yasha has not been tasked with selling the place to her stranger.) It is not a very nice place. It is... brown. There are no trees, and there are no plants, or flowers there. It is mostly full of dangerous beasts.