Lion Head Mesa You're running out of time.

Her steps stuttered and she came up short, just in time to avoid a collision with her tutor. Sokha looked flustered for a moment and Nazli was respectful, looking away.
I was on my way to - she thought quickly, not wanting to speak the truth of the cold outside or her craving for those winter winds - the wellspring. For a cleaning. It's cleaning, I mean.
It wasn't due for another week at least, as few would use it while the river was frozen. There was no way to heat the underground spring themselves!
What about you? They were near the spacious room used for lessons, which Nazli was hoping to avoid.