Falls of the Hinterlands let's go up in flames, pretty lady

It was snowing.  Snowing.  The sky overhead was a frore, desolate shade of grey, and when she looked up the bare tree limbs seemed to extend on forever.  It was a little disorienting.

She didn't know how long she had been away from home now, but at least she thought she knew where she was.  This was where she had last met @Llewellyn, and if she was right there would be water nearby.  She was still parched, although Rosalie had taken care of her the best she could.

And she was still smeared with blood, both that of her own and her opponent's.  She wondered what she looked like.  Part of her didn't want to know.  She knew her neck was torn up, and her shoulder too.

God, it was cold.  When she arrived at the falls, the edge of the water had already begun to freeze.  It was almost nightfall, and she was alone, and it was freezing.  There was no way she'd be able to wash all of this off of her tonight unless she felt like dying after all this effort she made to, well, not do that... so she bent to take a drink instead, and hoo boy that was bliss.