Teba: “Damn it.”

She grumbles, rising from her.sleep to peer through the wooden slats at the ground below. The snow had piled high on the ground, making it nearly impossible to walk on, and the biting cold was far too much to bear. A snowstorm even she would have trouble flying through raged outside— forget her burnt wing, it was impossible either way.

You had pulled the shutters down from the ceiling, so the small hut on stilts was toasty warm thanks to the fire pit, and protected from the snow— wait, but where were you?!

Teba sat up in a panic just as you walked in.

Teba: “For Hylia’s sake. You scared me.” She breathes.

Teba: “Is it still bad out there?”