[ She sets to work, and Peter, a little taken aback with how quickly she sets to it, and he figures out pretty quickly that he needs to stay to one side, or else Amaterasu might accidentally bury him. He lets his survival back slip from his shoulders to fall to the snow-coated ground. He pauses as he's pulling out supplies, feeling that strange wind, but he lets her work without comment.
He's not really in a "commenty" kind of mood, honestly. Which is a testament in and of itself.
The wind gives way to the constant howling of the storm, and he braces himself against it, startled all over again by its ferocity. He looks up when he feels a weird— shift? He's not sure what it is that alerts him, but when he sees Amaterasu settling, he stares at her.
... uh. That's a lot of stuff that's gone missing, and he jerks to attention, rigid with worry. ]
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He's not really in a "commenty" kind of mood, honestly. Which is a testament in and of itself.
The wind gives way to the constant howling of the storm, and he braces himself against it, startled all over again by its ferocity. He looks up when he feels a weird— shift? He's not sure what it is that alerts him, but when he sees Amaterasu settling, he stares at her.
... uh. That's a lot of stuff that's gone missing, and he jerks to attention, rigid with worry. ]
What the hell happened? Are you okay?