[ A fire. Why hadn't she conjured a fire to keep warm? She doesn't have her staff. Had she ever had her staff here? Had she lost it in the snow?
She can't think, even about how awful, how catastrophic it would be to have lost her staff somewhere in the blizzard. It would ruin everything, all of her plans, but right now, the possibility's just too terrible to face, and she's so cold she doesn't even care. She stumbles past Yasha and into the cabin, and has just enough dignity left to collapse blindly onto the first piece of furniture she sees, rather than right onto the floor. The cabin isn't anywhere near warm, but at least she can breathe without feeling like she's sucking down knives, and so she does, taking deep, shuddering breaths as she wraps her arms around herself and just appreciates not walking for a moment. ]
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She can't think, even about how awful, how catastrophic it would be to have lost her staff somewhere in the blizzard. It would ruin everything, all of her plans, but right now, the possibility's just too terrible to face, and she's so cold she doesn't even care. She stumbles past Yasha and into the cabin, and has just enough dignity left to collapse blindly onto the first piece of furniture she sees, rather than right onto the floor. The cabin isn't anywhere near warm, but at least she can breathe without feeling like she's sucking down knives, and so she does, taking deep, shuddering breaths as she wraps her arms around herself and just appreciates not walking for a moment. ]