snow on the ground

Isla take your medicine "Here we are." They have come through the portal at the Spire and entered the Hollowed Grounds; a place that Isla simultaneously knows well and not at all, any longer. But still, she leads the man who has led them all thus far, the collar turned high on the coat she's wearing, her hands buried in her pockets. They leave prints in the freshly fallen snow - anyone looking might not even tell, at first, that they are Ascended who walk here. "Are you planning to stay here...?" The question comes out quietly, hiding the abundance of curiosity that bubbles within her. It would be rude to bombard him, she knows, and yet... well. What does one say to the man who has corralled Ascended souls back from death, bringing them back into the world? "Thank you, by the way. I don't believe I said that before."