Vi followed closely to Mahina, if only to survive this icy place. She was pretty sure every part of her was frozen. The only thing keeping her going was the anger under her skin and just her will (or stubbornness) to survive. She tried to keep moving as much as possible, occasionally needing to rest. And while not saying anything when they did need to stop, the scent of shame and embarrassment would roll off of her.

Every time Mahina paused to listen or look around, Vi would do the same. Mahina seemed to know what she was doing, and Vi... well she had absolutely no clue.
When they reached a place that was good enough to rest at, Vi lay with a huff. How could ones muscles ache and be numb at the same time? Even still, it wasn't the worst she had endured... she could get through this.

Suddenly, Mahina had risen saying she had heard a voice. Vi turned her ears, straining to hear anything, but she could only hear the wailing of the wind. She stood, careful not to make too much noise and got closer to Mahina. Her body tensed just in case, even if she was positive Mahina could handle herself. She did say she was a warrior, a valkyrja.

At the mention of her captain, Vi saw her expression shift, a feeling she knew all too well. She would feel the very same if she saw Marcia. And she set her shoulders, ready for a blow she was sure would come.

Do not worry about me, go to your capitán. I will be ok if you want to leave.