Greatwater Lake the touch is cold

The last few months hadn't been easy on Saarthal...actually, nothing had been easy on Saarth since...ugh better not to think about it. The world seemed a dreary mess, all overcast skies and murky white fog clogging up and clouding up the entire atmosphere. Fresh air had never felt so stuffy. If Saarthal didn't know better, she would have thought the world was suffocating her, squeezing its meaty hands around your wimpy neck and choking the life out of her eyes. Which...wasn't an entirely bad thought, she supposed.

"No," Saarth replied, blinking and turning to look at Opalia with a soft smile, light laugh lines carving their way through her face. "Haven't really got anywhere to be...or to go," and then, still curious - though with a new, weary sense of caution - "why?"