You were heavily pregnant, around the 8th month and unfortunately it was in the deepest winter and snow. The gang already had their hands full with trying to survive but now they had to take care of you and keep you safe too. Usually it was Charles or Arthur who did that.

Dutch had no idea why he decided to take you out here into the snowstorm with them but when you broke down he knew it was such a stupid idea. Arthur immediately hopped off his horse and was by your side in a second—gently taking your hand in a poor attempt to make you feel better. He had his thick coat pulled up all the way to his chin and he was still freezing.

When you looked close to passing out and started breathing heavy Javier rode off to find help and Arthur pulled you to sit against a tree. "Hey, it's gonn' be alright." He murmured although he was clearly worried.

Dutch was a few meters away, looking out for a place with less snow—but all he could see was white and rocks.