Blacktail Deer Plateau now that the evening is slowing

to her shock, the woman steps back onto the ice. "um," comes her initial reaction, and as the woman seemingly invites her forward, "I think, um, I think I'll—" tongue curves over her lips, gaze flickering to the water. she's still half soaked, and wanted nothing more than to find some warmth and curl up in it. 

"ok," comes finally, and slowly, cautiously, she follows suit, creeping onto the ice. one limb remains on solid ground, and as soon as a tiny cracking sound is heard, she freezes, looking to the woman for direction.