[SE] blood red debts splattered on white snow

The appearance of the couple does something that few people can: it brightens her mood. Whereas most people would get a glare and maybe a snap of her teeth, for Asta and Danta, she smirks a greeting along with a curt nod of her head. Her boot pushes off from the tree to shrug the stiffness starting to take hold, the tilt of her head is that of a teasing predator assessing the easy terrain. "What a weird coincidence." Her tone pretends to be suspicious, like she thinks he might just be stalking her even though she asked them to join her on the hunt, but she can't deny that she's happy to see them. 

Shrugging her shoulders under her heavy cloak, her boots crunch in the fresh snow. "Like shit, but certainly better than Leafchange did," her eyes scan the supporting hold and the stifled yawn, "although perhaps I should be asking you guys the same question." Thal raises an eyebrow in a playfully accusing question, the quirk of her lips a little more tense with impatience. "Are you sure you're up for this today? I could always just bring you the food instead." She doesn't want dead weight holding her back, and Asta looks practically dead on his feet; but she owes them, and whether they want to shred into the meal themselves or just dine on the spoils, Thal won't blame them either way. She might even be able to resist any mocking comments.

thalassa

i came committed, guess i overdid it