[As an expert at this sort of argument herself, Krile really ought to recognize when she is not going to win.
She turns just a little, to look again at the path before her, laden with snow and only worsening as the wind drives more of it straight for them. Her hands clench into half-numb fists.]
I suppose I can't stop you.
[Since her words are still slurring. And she's tired. It's just not very dignified.]
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She turns just a little, to look again at the path before her, laden with snow and only worsening as the wind drives more of it straight for them. Her hands clench into half-numb fists.]
I suppose I can't stop you.
[Since her words are still slurring. And she's tired. It's just not very dignified.]