She trembles inside at the sight of him, after so long a journey through the snow. The joints of her hands are aching and cold, and where once she wished she'd remembered to bring her gloves, now she only wishes for the warmth of his hands.
She makes her way to him, walking fearlessly through the snow, keeping her chin up and her eyes on his face.
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She makes her way to him, walking fearlessly through the snow, keeping her chin up and her eyes on his face.