She appreciates the kindness, in that way where she is not quite trusting of it by rote, rather than personal reservation — he seems a well-mannered young man, even if the unusual accent is rather a surprise. Zafire determinedly makes her way through the snow as they head back to the camp, one foot in front of the other.

"Yes, that's one way of putting it." She was pretty out of sorts for a variety of reasons, and initially refused to leave the site of the rift for fear she'd leave someone behind, but thoughts of the beasts that fell from its mouth eventually were enough to send her on her way.

That and the weather.

"There were spirits...revenants, I suppose. Some had a similar color to the chasm in the sky, but one was more like a corpse."