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Pausing as he walked, Jericho glanced back as he received a private thought. He lingered in place, staring at Riley and Christof. With a smokey sigh, he turned on around and made his way back to the Mindflayer, not paying the others any mind. He could hear that they were all very cold now. It also sounded like they were working on getting free from the sled but that wasn't something he was paying attention to all too much.

Back to where Riley was, he just flopped himself down onto the snow while letting out an agitated grumble at the whole situation.

He really wanted a fire. Or some lava. Or something.

Christof's reasoning made no sense to her. Most of the people still standing about were rainbow colored. He was grasping for excuses, and doing a bad job of it.

I'm not sure what's going on right now, Christof - but if you are not honest with me, I will not tolerate your presence. Remember that.

The threat was short-lived, as Jericho flopped down behind her once more, and she pushed herself back just enough to duck under the hill of his stomach again, shivering as the warmth returned.

Feeling Riley move towards him, Jericho shifted a bit before curling around once more. Not really up to saying anything, he merely rumbled lowly before resting his head down onto the snow. He was still very moody, but he'd stick by.

"Sure thing, Boss." Amrita said meekly, parroting some line in a movie she saw once. The pile of snow and sled received a lost stare, like she wasn't sure where to start, and eventually decided that the white stuff in front of her would be the first to go.

"...What?!" Her eye widened, pausing momentarily to stare at him. Calder...run through?! She'd been impaled before, and even being undead didn't stop it from being completely not fun. Her efforts to dig the boil out doubled. Thankfully she was Undead and couldn't feel the cold, but the longer her hands remained in the snow, the harder it became to move her fingers. Not that she would tell anyone.

The second pause came when she saw Christof drop beside her to help, but she could think of nothing to say to him. She wanted to tell him she was glad he was okay, or to thank him for his help, or even to snark a little out of stressed spite, but...no words came. Instead her attention, however unhappy, went back to Barth.

"Are you okay? Did you put pressure on it?" She asked him as she dug, realizing suddenly that her fingers, as stiff and cold as they were, were no longer doing anything productive. At all. She trusted Christof to hold up the sled, and moved to duck under it, spotting the Kelpie among all the supplies.

"Barth - I see him! But I can't..." Do this alone, she added lamely in her head, too afraid to move him on her own just in case. "Help me!" She pleaded to the Demon.

"Christof stitched it up," Barth said dismissively.

"Just- just unconscious, I think, isn't he?" He hesitated, kneeling in the wet snow to lightly brush aside the blanket and touch Calder's skin- a little sooty, but not burned.

"I can't move him either," Barth said, bluntly. Barth had trouble managing light objects. Calder weighed as much as a horse. "...Christof can. I can try to keep the slay up. But it will...take me a moment. Sorry. Hold on. Just- keep it there, Christof."

Barth remained in the snow. Thorns began their winding way up the sides of the abused slay, having a lot more success when they weren't on fire.

He was.. abnormally insistent on assisting me, when I was perfectly fine. And others were in greater need. Even Barth.. She began, her mind already at work on methods of recovery from this obstacle. And when you returned to me, his voice grew cold, and he told me that I was, ah, suitably tended to. Her expression quirked in amusement. He mentioned the pumpkins with disdain. Perhaps he thought we were.. The thought ceased to be funny, and suddenly all the pumpkins she was holding dropped to the snow and she curled her tentacles away from them. Well. Let's not even joke about that.

There was plenty of things happening around Astra at the moment, which mainly involved rainbows, dragons, mindflayers and pissed of demons and patchworks.

But she wasn't concerned.

Because there had been a sled full of goodies, and while most of it had been scattered in the snow when Christoph flipped it, there was still a few blankets and scarfs she could steal and keep herself warm with.

But that wasn't all she did. Finding a spot in the snow, she had been digging and digging, until she had excavated a small hole in which she lined it with some of the scarfs, then dragged herself and the blanket inside. This was were she currently was, curled up inside the blanket and far from wanting to go outside again.

Yup, she now had a faerie snow fort. And as far as she was concerned, it was a magical barrier that would keep everything out. Including dragons.

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