Comet hums slightly, holding her spoon up to take another sip, but she finds that she has no appetite. She pushes the bowl of luke-warm soup off her lap, a distant look on her face, standing up and scanning the area. A single flake of snow falls down onto the grass next to her, a sign there'll be yet another blizzard.

A chill, bitingly cold, rushes through the overgrown grass of the Outskirts, making her shiver and hug her cloak closer to herself. It's so... bleak. Neither a bird's call nor the chirp of a cricket can be heard anymore. It's... worrisome. A spine, foreboding and huge, now rests above Center Ring, which she can faintly see in the murky gray sky. Her gaze drifts towards The Rings, resting on the edge of Outer, which she can faintly make out in the distance. Maybe...

She sighs and pulls her hood down over her face, preparing to head back into her tent. Suddenly, she stops, hearing soft footsteps nearby. Her head slowly turns towards the direction, noticing... somebody, blindly wandering, lost. Expression hardening, she weighs over the situation. She's not a people person, she barely knows how to start a conversation, but... she doesn't know what's happening in The Rings. It's something horrific, she's sure, if the changes in the Outskirts are anything to compare. This person could be hurt, and even if not, they're still lost.

"..." With a heavy sigh, she waves the person over. It's not like she has anything to do, not in these conditions, atleast.