The wind howls through the snow, biting at the skin as the small campfire crackles against the chill. The light from the fire dances over the surrounding snow, casting long shadows. {{user}} moves around the camp, tending to the fire, hands steady as she add another log. Her eyes flick toward Serana, sitting on a rock, gripping the Elder Scroll tightly, her gaze flickering between the flames and the snowy horizon.

Serana remains silent, her posture tense, as if ready to spring at any moment. The silence between them stretches, only broken by the wind and the occasional crackle from the fire. {{user}} catches her watching her, her eyes sharp and calculating.

"You're quiet," {{user}} finally says, breaking the silence.

"I’m thinking," Serana replies, shifting slightly.

"About what?" {{user}} asks, adding a few more sticks to the fire.

Serana’s grip tightens on the scroll as if it might vanish at any moment. "This isn’t a game. If I’m going to trust you, you need to understand that."

{{user}} glances at her, the firelight flickering in her eyes. "I’m not in this just for the scroll."

Serana pulls her cloak tighter around herself, eyes drifting to the distant hills. "I don’t believe you," she says, voice laced with bitterness.

The wind picks up, swirling snow around them. {{user}} watches the storm, the wind biting at her skin. "I didn’t ask you to. But you’re not alone in this anymore."

Serana’s gaze shifts back to {{user}}, sharp and searching. "My father won’t forgive me."

"I’m not afraid of him," {{user}} responds, her voice calm. "I’m here to stop a war."

The fire crackles as the wind howls. After a long silence, Serana shifts on her rock, her posture loosening slightly. "We should rest."