Dawnlark Plains here we come a-wassailing

There was a certain detachment with Raid's movements, like she was there but at the sametime, she wasn't - her mind was elsewhere, her soul absent. In all honesty, Raid didn't feel anything about this moving. She wasn't happy, wasn't sad. She was completely apathetic, completely indifferent - however bad this was going to sound, she simply didn't care. Raid had a feeling she would get called out for it sooner or later, but she would simply have to deal with that when it came. For now, well, frankly, she wasn't quite sure what she was doing. 

Also, it was cold. So goddamn cold. And she was alone. Lonely. There was an ache in her heart, a hollow feeling - a stone weighing as heavy as Atlas's burden hanging from the depths of her chest. She hated to admit this to herself - Raid loathed anything to do with feeling of any sort, bitterly refusing to say the truth to anyone. Anyway, it hardly did matter. Raid plodded alongside the group, eyes glittering, wary and alert but not a sound escaped her lips.