[she floats alongside him, studying his face. there is something greatly familiar, and she wonders if it is a wish of the dream, a projection from the data she has, and yet. there is not the same resonance - a chord that harmonizes but is not unison. his face is so similar, but such things happen. yet it is in his soul that she wonders at the feeling, until she reaches a conclusion that would seem odd indeed, if she was not sleeping.]

I recommend that you stay in movement to remain warm, but not overly exert yourself to the point of fatigue. A steady pace is sufficient.

[should she bring it up? if he does not know, then it is not the time when he is traveling through a storm. in warmth and safety should such revelations be bestowed - she did not hand down the message of the Goddess in anywhere but sanctuary, after all.

her cloak flutters on the edges as she glides along, a steadfast spirit who will not lose a single one of these charges. nor will she lose him. it is a given.]