Bitterroot Valley tragische

Taki nodded, her breaths still coming out in harsh exhales of white. It was nice to blow off some steam with a hard run. It was even better that she had found someone able to match her pace and endurance, forcing her to push herself further than she normally would. She looked away at his next words, unsure how she felt about the fact that she had also enjoyed his company. Her interactions with strangers usually ended with at least mild annoyance and a warning to stay away from the glacier. But--she couldn't really find a reason to be annoyed with Mahler at the moment. I have also enjoyed myself, she finally said, giving a small shrug before meeting his gaze again, a hint of discomfort flitting across her face at the confession. 

The malguk cleared her throat a little. I should probably get back. It had been fun, but duty called, and she had been away from the glacier for long enough.