It's all right. Thank you. [ She's quick to say, huddling close as they approach the buried camp. It's all but useless, though Sharon has certainly saved them with her abilities. Cecily's breath is obvious in the air, particularly with the flames held between them. ] Without this...

[ Well, she knows. They both do. ]

Not much an archer can do to help here. [ Cecily says dryly, thinking of her own, limited abilities, of how they'd be of no aid in a blizzard (and aren't). ] I'm sorry. I feel bloody useless.