(Oh, that struck a very wrong note, didn't it. Yasha pauses as the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow behind her abruptly ceases, glancing over her shoulder. The woman looks very shocked by this news.)
I'm... sorry, (she offers, hesitant. She isn't really sure how to go about comforting somebody over this. There's not a lot she can do to change the situation, after all.) If there is a faster way to leave this place, I don't know of it yet.
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(Oh, that struck a very wrong note, didn't it. Yasha pauses as the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow behind her abruptly ceases, glancing over her shoulder. The woman looks very shocked by this news.)
I'm... sorry, (she offers, hesitant. She isn't really sure how to go about comforting somebody over this. There's not a lot she can do to change the situation, after all.) If there is a faster way to leave this place, I don't know of it yet.