Potshu shivers as the cold seeps into her bones.. it's been a day since the torches of her village left her on this outcrop, it's a miracle no creatures have eaten her yet. Her head dips...so very tired and the temperature is only dropping. Footsteps, just barely heard crunching the snow. She manages to move her eyes to see the stranger, gods she's cold, her teeth chatter and her voice shales weakly h-..he-ello?
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