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There was a tense moment between the three of them. Perhaps only Stryx felt it. Her need for food and shelter outweighed anything else at the moment, from her ideals to her loyalties, and she would have said anything. That desperation could've been what drew the wraith to her in the first place.

But it wasn't the wraith that would make the call. It was this girl. The girl who did not appear pleased with whatever Stryx had said. When they began to speak again the physician was all ears — and released a small breath of relief when things went her way.

Good. Thank you. She lamented that she had signed herself over to some cult for a few heartbeats, but moved on. It would not be forever.

A look from girl to man and then, tentitavely, she surveyed the path ahead which wound towards a boulder; everything frosted with snow. So, I'll... Go get settled then. It felt strange to ask for directions; Stryx wasn't used to asking for much of anything.