Her eyes, turquoise now with the troubled emotions, searched through the fast-falling snow. She watched as the tiny indents in the snow began to fade, filling with snow. A mix of sorrow and happiness seemed to be on her face. "By now... if it's injured, it has little chance to survive. And neither do we if we don't get out of this storm." She looked back up at Ilhor, as her eyes began to shift back to the stunning violet color. There was a sort of serenity in her face, as if she seemed to understand there was nothing more she could do for the rabbit.
Another silent moment passed as she looked off into the blizzard, now thinking of the prisoner, wondering how he planned to survive. But she knew deep inside that there was nothing they could do for him either. Finally she turned back towards Avanthal, and a shiver ran down her spine. She could feel the cold setting in. She stepped a little closer to Ilhor. "We should go home..."