Silver Moraine a horse with no name

The man is nice enough — his smile is charming, she thinks, but he seems tired and preoccupied. No, I suppose there isn't, She admits, offering a half-smile. You seem like you have somewhere to be; don't let me hold you up.
With that she turns to leave, smile brightening for a moment to assure him she's not offended by his lack of interest. His expression and posture speak of hardship — and while her instinct is to offer help, she's not certain she can. Perhaps before she'd pledged herself to IkKanattuk...
But the past is the past, she reminds herself, and continues toward the glacier.