That's something to consider. Herc looks her way for a moment, and starts digging a bit of a part with his hands, heaping the snow in on direction before realising that it's probably going to be a waste of time. All the more to work with, sure, but he might need to wade a bit to find a spot where he isn't so likely to lose a Dalish under the snow, and so they can start actually making their griffon before the sun sets. He moves a little further along, effectively creating a bit of a path for Merrill to join him, as he goes. Knee-deep... better, probably. (Hopefully.)

"Ends happen all the time," Herc starts, after a bit of a pause, trying to figure what might be worth saying. "Life's full of 'em. My experience, though, is that they normally bring some kinda beginning along with 'em."

Not that it's necessarily the beginning of anything you want, but there's no need to tell her that, is there?

"Yeah, I can imagine. Not the kind of thing you see every day." And though he doesn't laugh, there's a whole lot of amusement in the look he gives her.