[For now the cold isn't reaching her, despite tin making it feel sharper on her skin, but the pewter she'd already swallowed is starting to burn down. She still has enough for at least a night and a day in the vials she's carrying but she'd rather wait before taking more. At least to avoid any questions.
For now, she'll make do. Following Mipha's lead, she drags a chair across the shack, setting it up against a back and wall and takes a seat... balanced on the back of it, feet on the seat of it. She likes to be higher up when she can. Mistborn things.]
I heard over the wind. [She reaches into a pocket, pulling out that packet of biscuits she'd been given on arrival and takes a couple from the crinkly wrapping. After a thought, she offers it over. It's a small courtesy for showing her this shelter.] So, Zoras. Are they... from nearby anywhere?
[She's still working on who is and isn't a local.]
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[For now the cold isn't reaching her, despite tin making it feel sharper on her skin, but the pewter she'd already swallowed is starting to burn down. She still has enough for at least a night and a day in the vials she's carrying but she'd rather wait before taking more. At least to avoid any questions.
For now, she'll make do. Following Mipha's lead, she drags a chair across the shack, setting it up against a back and wall and takes a seat... balanced on the back of it, feet on the seat of it. She likes to be higher up when she can. Mistborn things.]
I heard over the wind. [She reaches into a pocket, pulling out that packet of biscuits she'd been given on arrival and takes a couple from the crinkly wrapping. After a thought, she offers it over. It's a small courtesy for showing her this shelter.] So, Zoras. Are they... from nearby anywhere?
[She's still working on who is and isn't a local.]