[The coughing draws an alarmed look from Petra, as well— out of the cold and getting themselves tucked away someplace warm will be good for all of them, and sooner rather than later. Everyone is now adequately bundled, largely thanks to Hilda's efforts, and Petra begins to distribute food from her back, offering them both some of the jerky she'd packed for just such an occasion, pushing it into their hands without leaving any room for protest.]

Hot springs.

[She echoes Hilda with a pleasant note in her voice, though the cheer of her tone and curve of her smile don't match the worry in her eyes. Better, she thinks, to focus on keeping things light— it will go a long way in helping her to keep things together until they're somewhere safe. She cannot afford to let herself fall apart here, even as relief takes the place of all those weeks of fear, of anxiety.]

You boys can be having a bath of your own! We'll not be sharing, after having to come after you in the cold.

[Of course, there's no true resentment behind her words, no true malice— she would have climbed a dozen more mountains to see them returned safely, if she'd had to.]

Let's be starting back towards the portal. We will not have daylight forever.