[It's cold. It's a fact Caitlyn is all too conscious of. Her clothing, comfortable for Cadens, isn't even close to suitable for this climate under the best of conditions. And after everything she's been through these past weeks? They're pretty far removed from their best.
Not that it really matters, not just yet. For now she rests next to Ciri. Enjoying the feeling of solid ground, clean air, and sunlight. It's... glorious even if it is cold.
But Geralt is right. There's work to be done and quickly. Taking another deep lungful of cold air, Caitlyn straightens. Stretches. Before snapping into workable form.]
I'll find some kindling.
[It wouldn't be the first time. As posh as her upbringing was, she'd still spent enough time outdoors. Had built her share of fires. And so, mindful of their location and being sure to keep them at least relatively close she heads off to gather. Needing to be useful still.]
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Not that it really matters, not just yet. For now she rests next to Ciri. Enjoying the feeling of solid ground, clean air, and sunlight. It's... glorious even if it is cold.
But Geralt is right. There's work to be done and quickly. Taking another deep lungful of cold air, Caitlyn straightens. Stretches. Before snapping into workable form.]
I'll find some kindling.
[It wouldn't be the first time. As posh as her upbringing was, she'd still spent enough time outdoors. Had built her share of fires. And so, mindful of their location and being sure to keep them at least relatively close she heads off to gather. Needing to be useful still.]