Lost Creek Hollow she's so high

Nikai did not mind telling the story, which was remarkable not beause he had ended up hobbling of three legs, but by the fact that he was still alive. Wounds of any kind were dangerous in wilds, even if there was a knowledgable healer around. And his injury must have been very severe. Impressive, really.

And then she had nothing to say to him again for the next stretch of their walk, her head comfortably devoid of thoughts, her perception and being blending together with the surroundings - the white of the snow, the crisp and cold air, the silence around them, broken only by the sound of their footfalls. Even Nikai's presence did not bother her the least. 

"Have you ever seen the fire?" she asked, stopping suddenly.