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the first instructions seemed obvious enough; Dawn nodded before remembering the woman could not see her. "alright. there's a creek that runs near here. we'll head there." she sets off confidently before abruptly pausing, situating herself nearer to the woman as she silently reprimanded herself. least she could do was remember to be accommodating.

and then the woman says something that has her pause entirely, brow arched. not her fault? the woman's capacity to forgive after such a horrible loss is awe-inducing, even if some small part of the huntress thinks her stupid for it. she would hardly be doing any forgiving should someone take her eye. "you're not at fault in the slightest." she reassures the woman in regards to the latter part of her reply, deigning not to comment on her forgiveness just yet.

the woman chuffed in half-agreement, glancing back at the woman as the sound of water become audible. leading her nearer the bank, dawn paused when the ground appeared to become somewhat precarious. stretching out towards the river, taking the role of guard rail, she said, "it's just in front of us now. there's some snow, ice—lean against me, it might be easier."