[ Even through the thick gloves he wears, the chill is still biting into his fingers, leaving them stiff and aching. (It's going to be an awful look, he thinks, if one of those bad boys end up getting frost bitten. The others would never let him hear the end of it.) Still, he gets a decent grip on her fur, and her reassurance makes him tighten his grip a little – or at least, as much as he can with the cold sinking into his bones. ]
Yeah. I'm good.
[ He jerks his chin forward, gesturing for her to lead the way. ]
You're sure you know the way back to everyone else?
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Yeah. I'm good.
[ He jerks his chin forward, gesturing for her to lead the way. ]
You're sure you know the way back to everyone else?