Overture Downs Oh, misty eye of the mountain below

That would be great <3

Kvarsheim. It reached her on some level, through the haze of grief and confusion. She nodded, grasping fragments of thoughts and clinging to them for stability. Bjarna. This was Bjarna, and she would help, even though the girl had thought that she had been the one who needed help at first. She was a friend. A new friend. Rose would have been thrilled.
She held these thoughts around her like an old and fraying blanket. A flimsy shield against the cold, but it was all she had.