Bramblepoint the one minute

to put any sort of definition to the relationship he'd had with hydra would have been difficult, wintersbane thinks as the woman mentions that hydra had been a sort of big sister to her. she'd been something like that to wintersbane too; a big sister, a mentor, a crush, a friend. an ally. trying to fit it into a box was hard and wintersbane turns thoughts elsewhere. at deflecting his internal pain, wintersbane has became something of a master. it should've bothered him, how easy he could compartmentalize the grief that grips him and turns into determination to move on.

these sort of tragedies weren't anything new to him.

a small grunt of affirmation is given to her advice and a wisp of a smile tugs temporarily upon his scarred lips, but does not linger as he limps on; assuming she will follow along. alas, wintersbane drawls. i am a warrior as well. and too, no good at medicinal knowledge beyond the simple fixes. i was thinking packing it with snow might help.