"The river first, come." It's moldy and dusty and she'd rather not stand inside for too long. It's a beautiful day, besides, and one certainly worth enjoying. Especially when it would be one of the last few they'd have together. Who knew for how long?

Once outside, she notices that Ghost is skulking the outskirts of the tree line. Her silver snorts when she steps closer, running her fingers along the mane of pale hair. "Rest," she tells it, stepping further from the house to the bits of land their mounts had trampled.

"If there's water, we'd have that and fire. Then we'd only need food."