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"It is nice to have others, non?" While she wouldn't call him stoic, there was not too many emotions she could call from this mysterious man. She wasn't sure if he would enjoy the pleasures of others, but she also loathed the fact to assume so, for Viola only just met him. She at least, wished him well and his companions. It was something she envied.

"This is my first hiver alone," she so admitted. Her last was with the luxuries of the homeland, but even with such a group, it proved to be difficult. As they in particular were fishing-like, they had to resort to hunting. At least in groups, they fared better then alone. Viola was preparing for the mental trails of so, but honestly, couldn't deny but a fear that traced to her very soul.