[ And where had Sylvain been trying to go, he wonders. That's a question that can wait until they're somewhere safe, because as the sun dips further down, so does the temperature. They're not going to freeze to death in a metaphysical plane, he knows, but that doesn't change the fact that it's going to become quite uncomfortable before long. ]

You'd be surprised. It might very well be exactly what we're meant to do.

[ Still, he's more invested in the idea of hunkering down somewhere until the Horizon sees fit to free them. When Sylvain spots a promising spot where they might be able to make a makeshift camp of sorts, Thancred shifts to one side to see where he's pointing and nods. ]

It could work... though let us not forget that we have powers of creation to rely on here. If we both think about the same thing, perhaps we'll manage to circumvent the Horizon's malfunctioning.

[ A cozy winter cabin sounds quite nice right about now. Either way, Thancred presses toward the outcropping, figuring that it will give them a decent vantage point if nothing else. ]