Unsure of how long they would be stuck in this small area  with only the four of them for company, Augusta settled herself as quick as she could, taking special care to keep this young elf girl warm.  Perhaps it was just the shared ears they both had, but she felt a need to protect her.  She also listened to all the stories the girl told.  Making note of everything she mentioned, the woman smiled and nodded at the girl. When that was all said and done though, and it was time to sleep...  Augusta found sleep hard to come by.  A good portion of it was spent keeping an eye out in case the Apostles or those dwarves found them.  Eventually, she fell into the clutches of the night and her eyes closed.

She found herself wake up to Isidore making noise and forced herself to wake up.  She'd love to have just went back to sleep at that moment and pull the covers over her shoulders, but that seemed an impossibility at this point.  As they went about their morning, Augusta thought some on the previous night and encounters.  Firebeard.  He was a threat to them on this mountain as were the Apostles apparently.  She really should work on some magic aside fire.  Perhaps thunder as she had previously considered.  If someone were wearing metal armor, it only helped the magic.  Perhaps she'd ponder that for the day as they traveled to keep her mind off the snow.

She made sure Leuca woke up and had her rations, as well as Octavia.  She felt responsible for them, though it was Isidore that secured the provisions from the dead Apostles.  Perhaps they would make it to Gloomhallow and the "Shadow Elves" would assist them.  Perhaps...  Nothing seemed right on this mountain at this point so she had her doubts.  After eating her rations, she stepped outside the small shelter and took a look around with Isidore.  The clouds in the sky were not the best looking and seemed to threaten them just by existing.  With a frown she agreed with him.  "Yes, we should move."  She caught the cloak and was thankful for it.  The cold was getting to her ears.  "Octavia, how are you feeling? Still cold?"  She asked, petting the demon dog.