"They don't know about the bear-" Three, two, one and time catches back up to them; the sudden stinging rasp of cold wind almost a shock. It's been some time since she's delved into that spell on herself.

The bear stumbles through the snow and around the walls- tripping into the first mine. By the third it seems more than ready to turn about and resume whatever it had been up to before. Much as she doesn't understand them, such contraptions do have a valuable purpose. "...I suppose that will be adequate."