[ He should be cold. Any reasonable person would be cold. Everything he knows says that he should be needing both rest and shelter to get away from the cold all around him, but he doesn't feel like that's the case. He doesn't feel that cold, honestly. Or rather, he does, but it isn't really uncomfortable. But he can see that his companion is definitely not in the same boat, which has him putting a hand through the snow until he can reach the ground to see if he can feel for something, anything, somewhere to hole up. After a moment- ]
Looks like there's a cabin about a third of a mile that way and it's getting late. Make camp?
STASIS UNIT
[ He'd been told not to go in. Or more precisely, he'd been told that the site wasn't for the faint of heart, but his heart certainly wasn't faint and he couldn't really see how this would be all that heart-stopping as sights went: it was just people resting, in stasis. Nothing too disturbing.
Until he gets in there and his heart rate ratchets up, his muscles tense, and his mind starts spinning in circles like a dog trying to catch it's tail to find something to look at that doesn't make things worse. He doesn't so much leave as flee, and then it's a matter of finding someplace relatively private to curl into a ball with his head in his hands.
Dammit dammit dammit dammit. ]
OMAGE
SAND: Uh, hi. Hopefully, I'm not jumping too far ahead to say nice to meet you?
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Looks like there's a cabin about a third of a mile that way and it's getting late. Make camp?
Until he gets in there and his heart rate ratchets up, his muscles tense, and his mind starts spinning in circles like a dog trying to catch it's tail to find something to look at that doesn't make things worse. He doesn't so much leave as flee, and then it's a matter of finding someplace relatively private to curl into a ball with his head in his hands.
Dammit dammit dammit dammit. ]