Bitterroot Valley who's never left home, who's never struck out?

Angel filed the name away, pleased by the sound of it, and then smiled indulgently to herself when her offer was waved away. Debt was not what she'd had in mind, either, but she would still be sure to pitch in wherever she could. When she could.

Right then, rest sounded like just what she needed.

"Thank you," she said again, just because she was overwhelmed by the sentiment. She was still worried about infection, but her chances of survival already felt so much better with a companion nearby.

The wanderer had to save her breath as they started the slow climb. It wasn't too steep and her muscles were strong and sure, but the way that she had to move left her sometimes gasping in pain. Certainly, the cold did not help. She hoped that she would feel warm again once the shock of it all began to wear off.

"Gracious!" she said when they reached the top, collapsing in a heap with her sides heaving. It was colder still on the ground, and she shivered a bit as she imagined how much colder the weather might grow. Her blue eyes lifted to find Sega once more. "I've never been so far north," she admitted to the man, curling in on herself to conserve warmth despite her desire to sprawl. "I'm from Moontide — southwest of here. I've done a lot of exploring, but usually down the coast!"

She blew out a shivering breath.

"Are you from this place?" she asked him, though she thought he must be from quite a bit further away.