[Krile comes awake rather quickly. Disoriented as she is, somehow she keeps herself on her feet without too much sway. Even after her eyes open, though, she can't quite focus, and one gloved hand catches onto Claire's arm to steady herself.]
We're...what?
[The blizzard has ended. There is some sort of bustle all 'round her, but she can't make it out. 'Tis a small forest of knees and waists.
Krile holds her head with her free hand and sighs.]
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We're...what?
[The blizzard has ended. There is some sort of bustle all 'round her, but she can't make it out. 'Tis a small forest of knees and waists.
Krile holds her head with her free hand and sighs.]