[PQ] [se] fire of the frost

Cordelia sat back and watched the other hunter work. Her emotions were locked down tight and it was probably for the best. Deimos would likely not appreciate where her mind was and she wasn't so sure that Noah would either. No, it was for the best. The Attuned watched Noah toil away, trying her best to keep her longing glances discreet , but she could feel the flush on her cheeks. Eventually she retreated back to her makeshift cabin, attempting to bed down for the night in her furs, unwilling to freeze in the harsh wind that was already blowing through the camp. --- The morning came and Cordelia was loathe to get out of the warmth of her nest, but she eventually managed it. Her movements are sluggish and it isn't until there is food in front of her that the Attuned began to fully come into herself. Winter was always harder for her to handle at times. The cold sinking into her bones and keeping her from moving the way she wanted. Still, Cordelia managed, thankful for the hot food to warm her from the inside out. Cordelia shifted her attention to the plans, head cocking to the side before she nodded, humming softly. "Good. Should stay dry enough and keep out the cold." A long drink of tea later and she's already feeling better. "Where would you like me?" Cordelia tucks in for the night and wakes up the next morning ready for work. She asks where to start after breakfast! Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run