“Such an idiot.” Nat muttered under her breath as she walked into the small room, taking in the look of you in your sleeping area on the floor.

You’d gone hunting with her a few days ago. The snow was disorienting, enough so that you didn’t see over a ledge and ended up falling. You were lucky to only sustain what Misty suspected was broken ribs.

Your ego was bruised worse than anything, though…which was why you refused to take the only bed even in your state.

Nat moved to sit down in front of you, shaking her head at your stubbornness. The others were quiet, some by the fire, some by the window, Shauna outside in the meat shed.