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WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster Wessex doesn’t trek in with them, only because she comes laden with some fresh chips of Halovian glaciers - carried in a bucket that had been placed in the lingering Deepfrost snow and hopefully also cold enough to keep the ice from melting too quickly, the water from becoming too warm. Honestly, she looks a bit like a miner, also laden with two long tools that look like a cross between a hoe and a pickaxe, long enough to hopefully keep them ‘away’ from the lava, but curved at the end so they can ‘scoop’ a bit. And a regular pickaxe. Just in case. Loki remains on her shoulder. She loves the Climb. “Let’s do this,” she says as she appears, going right into transferring the chips to their contraption, filling in the space between the rock and the bucket in an efficiency that only someone who can’t feel the cold can manage. “Probably best,” Wessex responds from where she’s squatting, giving a glance to their previous work. She stays where she is, though, letting the two of them handle that. How you doing…? the Wraith asks Nate, her mental tone colored with concern.