Whitefish River somewhere high up in the air there

the woman agrees to teach her - with conditions, but she accepts the news with a small grin. she takes the advice she offers fervently, prepared to make a run for the mountains that very second. her gratitude is writ across her face, relief, too. 

she agrees, adding, "I was born in the mountains, too." she's eager to start as soon as she can, but before she says her goodbyes, she pauses once to deliver a soft, "thank you, Ira"