Limbs stretched, and pulled tugging the new flesh, but continuing to toughen its texture. It would need to strengthen. Hopefully hair would return before winter made itself known. "A little more, a little more." Voice broke in the pattern of her body's sway. Who would encourage her onward now? The words of her healer were distant, a memory. The weariness of her body was hard to fight. More stubborn than its protests of pain, because if her eyes slipped close she was sure she would slip into a temporary coma. Who was fond of blacking out? Especially in the middle of a frost desert where everyone might just think she was dead any way. While she red maned had entertained ideas of remaining a ghost, phantoms did not feel pain, nor get tired. It was not a capable part. Even if she there was such things as living corpses, she was too alive. A fact she was very well aware of. Death, please, she thought, just take me the next time you insist. Faelene was not a cat, and had already played out five of her lives. Was there one more?

A tired laugh, despite hating so she had to slow down to an amble. Had to let her lungs grab more air than they should have needed. Walking was better than stopping, and drawing past the mountains the Basin was only on the other side of the Steppe. Almost? It was unreal how long she had been away, should she worry she would not remember how to reach it? Twitch of crimson tail, a snort erupted at the idea her memory would be gone. No, she had walked this plain how many times? Silver irises scanned the horizon would it be best to linger in the ice cave for a proper rest? It was of no use if she came back in poorer condition. There was something that caught her eye. A mirage, or a poor starved tree? Shadows blurring with white, a tilt of her crown she tried to adjust the view. The distance was great enough to obscure the idea there was anybody out here. It didn't look like horses, probably more rocks that were often white. Continuing she gave eyes rest, looking down, wondering what would befall her next. Another stranger who would find her first? It seemed the pattern of this place. Nostrils scrunched, but the wind was not in her favor. Yes, exhaustion does bring out the paranoia, the dark lady tried to calm her nerves. There was a lilt, the smallest little notes, and lowering her crown she could see the colors of blue on triangle points, and in in round eyes on a small face. The fox was giving all for her attention. Even if it had simply stared the red maned could have not looked away. Knowing not the Kitsune's name she did know who she was paired with. Lena! Could she really be out here, at this moment?

"Have you come to cheer me the rest of the way?" The lady couldn't help, but ask because the sight of her was enough to lift her torn spirits. Shuffling closer, eyes focused on Imogen, trying to keep a steady hold of where she was going. What she may be trying to tell her, she willed herself to follow her until she saw her bonded. It may sound strange, not seeing another Unicorn in weeks was not setting right with her mind either.