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The two gentlemen made excellent stretcher bearers all things considered, and with how awful the weather and climb where getting she was glad it was them and not some of the less sturdy or more apathetic of their comrades. It seemed as if the weather was doing its very best to make them miserable, for as soon as Tzi managed to lighten the mood, a simple joke that she could nonetheless not help but laugh softly at, the wind doubled its efforts as if in spite of his efforts.
 
She was glad for her suit, for though it sometimes could be stuffy it was invaluable in this climate. The only problem was having to periodicly clean the lenses of snow, but that was preferable to it getting in her eyes or freezing to death. She was more worried about the weather's effects on Wagnil, she had done her best with his uniform but there were still holes where the shots had hit him, leaving him partially exposed to the elements. Hopefully the speedier arrival at Orello would be worth the cold and she dare not stop to sew them shut lest they be left behind. The bandages would have to do for keeping him free of frostbite.
 
It was a little way into their traipsing through the worsening weather that there came a shriek from up the line. Tzi was understandably concerned and agitated while Leon thought they heard something about ghosts, which was propostorose, ghosts weren't real. Right? Hopefully he was right about it just being nerves but...
 
[color=FFC1B3]“Maybe someone slipped. I am going to go check, just incase anyone got hurt. Keep up ze good work you two, I’ll be back in just a tick”[/color]
 
She activated her gauntlet and began to channel it, a soft blue light acting as an improvised lantern to light her way and letting the others behind know she was still ok. It was partially to ease their worries that she had gone, it would not do to have them mess up their sofar excellent carrying because they were busy worrying about what had happened to the others. 
 
She and her glowing fist emerged from the snow near Esther and Gradon, slightly lighting up the area. She frowned a little as she saw the girl clinging to the man’s arm, her complexion white as a sheet, though that might be a result of the cold. A pretty good candidate for the source of the noise at any rate, Althea had not taken the heiress as someone used to stressful situations, so her jumping at shadows was not surprising. However, she was worried that perhaps she was holding onto him because she had sprained her ankle or something, so she called to the two:
 
[color=FFC1B3]“I heard a shriek, is everything alright? Do you require aid?”[/color]