Caught up in the loveliness of having someone beside her, even though it was probably forced as they were deemed to be each others' patrol partners, the feeling that she had was joy, merely on the idea that she wasn't lonely. Whether or not that he enjoyed her company was up for grabs, but after their experience together at the grove(one she did not regret in any way), she went with the idea that he might possibly not see her as a burden. It was.more the evident that she enjoyed in, in a matter that he did not make her feel uncomfortable. His height was looming, towering above her, she had to turn her head up fairly well to make eye contact. Having to do so made her feel small again, as she had been as a child. Often having to look down on others(and worrying if they took it badly), gazing up to another was no issue. Even a smile had managed to creep as her facial features, feeling unnatural, almost coming as far as to hurt her face. Whenever they spoke, which never was much, it was shaken off, away from his fire made glaze.
The journey could nothing better for her, dragging herself off to see the place she was raised in with a rushed pace. Weather had been more than pleasing, the night paid her no worry. The extended period of darkness that seemed enternal had given her benefits, ones that allowed her to have an undoing of relief in it. Once so tense about things, her partner's presence beneath a cloak of black sprinkled with glowing stardust finally got the better of her. After so long, she knew what it felt like to be a child again.
Behind them, there had been fireflies, dancing about their moving bodies. Now, the cool air of the night that might not be so pleasing for many would kill them with a gentle harshness. Light clouds rose from her nose as small patches of unmelted snow crunched under her steps. She wanted to roll in it, to bask and enjoy what she had given up to become a desert woman. What stopped her was how he may take it. Natural urges were difficult to control, but she was willing to push them away.
Clicking against ice, still buried in night seeing as they'd made good time, her eyes shifted anxiously in their sockets, looking for something. What was she to expect? Tonka rising from the ice, moving out of the shadows to greet her like he had done to her in the past? The bay was probably dead by this point, a carcass rotting away. Stray Northern Lights reflected off the blue ways, the colour of her horn coming back to her. She checks, only to make, that Hector was with her, not swallowed up as the others that once lived here(with herself) had done in the past.

@[Hector]