Cerulean Cape farewell and adieu to you spanish ladies

Help. This woman was offering help.

It is, again, something Miyako would have flatly refused. Fiercely independent, she would have insisted she was fine, that she could go it alone. But Snowe knew none of this. All she knew was that someone wanted to help her--and she desperately needed help.

"What're you thinking?" Snowe asked, a little timidly. The offer to help, after all, could mean anything from simple friendship to some complicated form of witchcraft. She would be grateful for a warm place to sleep, but she wasn't sure she wanted Thelxiope doing spells on her.

At the same time, beggars could not be choosers.