[ Her proximity to him...? Was that how it happened? She doesn't remember how she wound up alone in the snow, but it doesn't feel like that's how it went. Her ears droop at the thought. ]
I am still waiting.
[ For father. For Mr Sholmes...
But this shouldn't be about her. Not only her, at least. ]
Come. We can at least find our way out of the snow together.
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I am still waiting.
[ For father. For Mr Sholmes...
But this shouldn't be about her. Not only her, at least. ]
Come. We can at least find our way out of the snow together.