Greatwater Lake Let my heart be your shelter

The woman nodded, reserving the information. It may come in useful later on for her. Especially if she didn't find what she was looking for. A friend and a pack. Something to give her a lead, something just to make sure her friend was safe.

But it seemed hope would work in her favour today.
It was the thing the woman clung to; if she didn't she wouldn't have a direction, a goal. Something to make and mold life from.
The hot springs. Siqsa. She turned her head in the direction, her brows furrowing. Her eye still hadn't healed fully, she didn't know if she'd see fully from it again. The snow certainly helped the swelling but she didn't see much else that could be done. There would be a mark there forever, and perhaps her eye would be kept a quarter shut forever. "Don't suppose you know of a Siqsa, too?"
She wondered if the man of hell-fire still roamed or if he indeed had gotten on someone else's bad side.