[ Through the strain, she practically drags the both of them over the proverbial finish line. She's soggy with sweat under her clothes somehow, though the rest of her feels chilled to the bone. Her throat aches, and her limbs weigh like heavy potato sacs -all concerns she shoves away as they reach the encampment. She doesn't waste much time finding a spot for them to rest at least, somewhere relatively warm and cozy as she fights through the exhaustion. ]

I promise I'll fix us both the best stew I can once we've rested up. I don't know what I'll find out here to make it with, but nothing motivates a person more than hunger.

[ Hopefully, there are some fish around or something she can hunt, but those are concerns best filed away for later. For now, her body sags heavily against the first bed she sees. If she ever walks again, it will be a miracle. She can't remember the last time she's used her legs that much. ]

I don't think we're in any immediate danger, but I'll move my bed close to the door in case anyone does try and come in. You can bundle up in the meantime and nap. I imagine they won't be sending one out yet to explore any further after the long trip we've all just taken.