[ It's a long time between the two of them falling silent and Yasha calling Lucretia's name again. Or at least, it feels like a long time. Lucretia's been spending all her energy just concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other, fighting to match Yasha's pace despite the cold and the biting wind and how very tired she is. She hums vaguely at the sound of her name, though it takes her a few seconds longer to actually drag her head up and focus on what Yasha's pointing at.
She stares dumbly for a moment, mental acuity made dull by the cold, and then it clicks what she's looking at, and she gasps, struggling forward the last few feet to stop at Yasha's side. She's shivering hard, even under the thick fur Yasha had loaned her. ]
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She stares dumbly for a moment, mental acuity made dull by the cold, and then it clicks what she's looking at, and she gasps, struggling forward the last few feet to stop at Yasha's side. She's shivering hard, even under the thick fur Yasha had loaned her. ]
Is that...a cabin?