[ She may already be chilled, but that hardly matters. It is nothing a campfire and a tent cannot solve if they do not find a settlement by nightfall. Moving, in the meantime, will be the best thing to help warm her to any degree. Once her aether returns to where it ought to be, she imagines she will be as she is normally in the temperatures of Corethas.

The smile remains on her face even as he takes her hands in his. She squeezes them in return. ]

Estinien had all of your armor, your inherited weapon, and this when they put you in the cell. I think, deep down, he truly thought there would be a way to save you. Otherwise, I doubt he would have returned the charm to me with the intention he did.

[ Her cheeks grow hotter and she turns her face away just a bit to hide her embarrassment. ]

I designed it, yes. It had to be able to hold and conduct magic... even more so, I wished it to be unique and not like any other trinket. It was to be yours. Although, I had to take the design to a blacksmith. My skills are namely in alchemy...

[ Alkaid nods to his assessment. ] However, Aymeric, you know these lands better than I. If any were to hide away, I feel you would know those areas might be. [ Her gaze lifts then to the path ahead of them. Snow has yet to fall, but the winds remain bitter cold. She leans down and picks the bag of supplies and tent attached to it and pulls it to her back. ] Lead the way.