It was harder to sludge through the snow than she thought. And cold. So very, very cold. Sarianna shuddered and pulled the neck of her jacket closer, only to have it fall open once more when she had to throw out her hands in order to catch herself. She had long pulled off the gloves given to her for this very reason, they were soaked through. Her knees ached from the constant brusing, her nose burned and didn't seem to want to stop running, and her hands...her hands she just did not even want to think about. With a moan she once more rose to her feet.
"What's wrong with you?" came a voice to her right. "I thought you were raised on the mountains, didn't they have snow there?" Sarianna turned to give a glare at the young man, but as she did she stumbled once more. A hand came under her elbow and stopped her in mid-fall. Sarianna gave a sigh and felt her shoulders untense at the escape of another bruise. She turned to give thanks and found a pair of blue eyes, not on her but on the hand that held her elbow. The young man's eyebrows were drawn together and formed a crease on his brow, while his lips were pressed together and one corner turned down. Almost as though he was displeased to find his hand under her elbow and at what he had done.
"Uh, thank you?" Sarianna said, one of her own eyebrows arched in puzzlement. The blue eyes snapped to meet her green ones then quickly fell away, along with his hand.
