(Yasha chuckles. She's starting to get cozy now, thanks especially to the extra layer tucked around her shoulders and arms, but it's a little sore to keep sitting on the floor so she'll take the excuse to get up. As she stands, she stretches her arms above her head and tips her head from side to side until her neck cracks, sighing. The cabin is so much warmer already.)
Okay. If there is nothing in here, I... could always go out, and try to find something.
(This is empty sentiment. Or rather, a useless one: it's snowing very, very hard now. It would be really difficult to find anything in the storm.)
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Okay. If there is nothing in here, I... could always go out, and try to find something.
(This is empty sentiment. Or rather, a useless one: it's snowing very, very hard now. It would be really difficult to find anything in the storm.)