[ Maybe she should just say in the snow forever. It'd be a fitting fate, wouldn't it? Poor lost girl escapes servitude, dies in snow, body perfectly preserved until it all thaws. She shakes her head to clear the thoughts as she bursts free of the snow drift, gasping as though she had been holding her breath underwater. It's a moment before her vision clears and she sees a hand in front of her.
Oh. Oh, no, someone was witness to that.
Sheepishly she reaches out to take his hand but she stops, gasping in shock once they make contact. Her eyes lift, wide and surprised, as she stares at the man in red. ]
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Oh. Oh, no, someone was witness to that.
Sheepishly she reaches out to take his hand but she stops, gasping in shock once they make contact. Her eyes lift, wide and surprised, as she stares at the man in red. ]
You aren't from this place.
[ And hello to you too. ]