[Claire's been making her way up and down parts of the group, checking in one some friends she know might not be able to keep pace. It means she's expending more energy going back and forth, but she's a sturdier woman than her appearance might make one believe. Moving helps her keep warm, anyway, but it's her height that has her entirely oblivious to the form in the snow until she quite literally trips over Krile.
She doesn't fall, luckily, but she does swear thinking someone must have dropped something.
Apparently not.]
Krile? Is that you? Are you all right?
[Then she does drop, trying to hoist her upright.]
[a] warmish weclome
She doesn't fall, luckily, but she does swear thinking someone must have dropped something.
Apparently not.]
Krile? Is that you? Are you all right?
[Then she does drop, trying to hoist her upright.]