"I don't like attacking the trees in the dark." Cyrdic said, stepping over a mound of snow that likely hid a large root or rock. Camilla danced through the snow like an elf, and he was amazed as always by how energetic and graceful she was. The Ostlander wasn't a blunt instrument like many would think, but he could never dream of being that light footed. It was one of the many things that endeared himself to her. 

However, her next leap ended up with her falling into a snow pit that buried the woman up to her hips, Camilla letting out an 'oomf! Porca miseria! " cursing in her native tongue. The woman grabbing a root and scrambling out of the cold pit. Cyrdic lent a hand and she took it, and thanked him with a smile that would send many men's hearts aflame. 

"Why not, we'll have fire." Gunnir said. He and Thor waded through the snow like oxen plowing a field. They had a preternatural ability to sense where the ground could swallow them up, and so they never seemed to just disappear. Cyrdic tried to follow their lead as best he could. Cyrdic also had to admit they were right. If they had fire, they could see and burn whatever they needed to, but also this was a mission to solve the crisis, not cause it to explode into all-out war. 

"I've been in this empire for a few years now. I still am not used to snow." She admitted. "If only we could melt it all away." 

"It's hard to get used to. Being tall helps." Cyrdic said with a smirk. The Dwarfs looked at him like he made a bad joke, but Camilla looked thoughtful. With only a moment's consideration, she leaped up like a coiled spring, her hands grabbing a branch, and she shifted her hips to swing her lower self and land squarely atop Cyrdic's broad shoulders. Her legs dangled against his pectorals and she steadied herself by holding onto his hair, of which had grown out from lack of care the last few weeks. 

"You are right, love. I feel much better." She said, satisfied. 

Cyrdic looked up at her skeptically, but realized he couldn't deny her this and sighed with a smile, trudging through the snow as the group continued forward. 

"I guess we can rest soon." Cyrdic conceded to the Dwarfs. They had a gleam in their eyes he had seen before. They wouldn't take no for an answer. Camilla seemed far more happy up there, even humming a catchy tune with her lovely voice, though every now and then she would sneeze or he would hear 'ptu!' as she spat out a leaf that had caught in her face. 

"Follow us, we know the way." Thor replied, and when he hacked a bramble down in front of him, he grinned. They could see the hills in the distance, past another copse of gods forsaken trees.