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Back to the cold, mountainous border… Cellica wished she could say it was the same as any other assignment, but that would be a lie. These mountains carried memories that other locales didn't and every sight of an Eryndreal border patrol put her on edge, her hands itching for her sword and her lack of armour leaving her feel uncannily naked. Every time there was a moment of confusion as they [i]didn't come under attack[/i], then reality caught up and she carried on with her day.

That wasn't to say that the elf outwardly showed this, natural stoicism and a proper upbringing leaving her expression unaltered as she went back to her tasks. Logistics, mostly; making sure supplies were moving properly and to where they were needed. It was all good having scientists and engineers and exploration experts; [i]somebody[/i] needed to make sure that food was ready and the fuel to cook it. Especially in such a cold environment.

Warm coats if required, too. Her normal attire and the armoured undersuit beneath warded off the worst of the cold – mostly the underlayer, in all honesty – but not everyone was necessarily that equipped. It also did nothing for her [i]head[/i], but she had a thick scarf wrapped around her head. It couldn't entirely keep her ears warm but, well, that was nothing new to her. 

It only took a few minutes after the instruction to meet up came through for Cellica to finish up her count, signing off on their current supplies before heading over. At least the interior was warm enough to present more to the others than a slit view of golden eyes and long ears.

… not that it made much difference. A sober Cellica wasn't an expressive one.