Character: Rachel Backe
Status: Weak

The girl who sat alone in the farthest corner of the wagon had been silent the entire ride, quieter than the silence of conversations ended. Her hands were held together in a prayer but her lips read no word, only the shuddering of her breath being her only obvious sign of life. She'd thought the coat that covered her entire top half in thick white fur or even the strange new warmth inside her body would be able to protect her from the cold, but the road was nothing but rocks and snow for hours and her body was exceptionally weak. Still, her hands tightened around each other to stop the shivering, not quite sure what she was praying to but her hope focused nonetheless.

It was not until the rocking stopped that she finally lifted her head, a glimpse of her soft pale face flashing from under her hood. Rachel wasn't aware there was progress to begin with, but before she knew it, they'd already arrived at a destination and the wagon renewed with life. She overheard the talk spurred by the two other passengers beside her but remained hesitant to chime in, merely clinging her coat closer to herself and following their footsteps without so much of a hum.

The size of everything intimidated her without a doubt, her slight dizziness not helping her case. She wasn't much shorter than the rest, but nothing here was familiar to her. Her eyes drifted warily from one direction to another, scanning each person with a hint of anxiety.

Her ears then picked up the noise around her, prompting her to look at Bromann, someone even less equipped for the climate they were in, as he was talking with Andrea. At first, she didn't really think much of his sense of humor, but seeing how it had persevered past the cold and still remains visible now, somehow, it helped her feel a bit better--made her seemingly permanent frown crack into a brief smile of her own even.