[IC Inbox -- Snowblind]

[heavensreader]

Is it worki - oh. Ahem. This is Kesara Freamon. Please leave your message here and I will call back on you as soon as I can.







Wait, is it still - argh, how do I ma-

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[bywolves]

[ He doesn't sound like he's judging her, if it's any comfort. He doesn't expect her to be strong at all times, and he's honestly impressed by the way she's been handling this. ]

I'll bring food. [ He can try to promise that. ] We can talk about repaying when I actually get to you.

You're not getting anything if you die digging that tunnel, though. So don't.

[heavensreader]

If I'm going to die then I'll die. [Abruptly, her voice drops. She's only half talking to him. The other half is to the crystaline cold walls, the scant light that drifts bluish through the snow, the sharp shapes of the shadows. Death is everywhere around her. She is aware of it as never before in her short life.] If it happens then it happens. Life isn't the coinage of the Game. I'll do what I can until then.

[They sound like wise, brave words. But from the inside, she feels like her guts have frozen within her.]