Dawn's early rays were barely noticeable from her curled up position in the cave, and Fallon had never been so relieved to see the sun. There was no telling where they were still, but at least she could say with some degree of certainty they weren't in Antarctica. Whether civilization was five or fifty miles from them though, Fallon had no idea.

Her limbs ached from exhaustion. While Lachlan slept (seemingly soundly, not that Fallon knew the difference with him) she managed only to doze in ten minute increments. Her paranoia of the charms extinguishing and them freezing to death was too strong to allow for any more sleep. At least they survived the night with their limbs intact and their fingertips still flesh colored.

All that poked out of the fur bundles was her face, the rest of her form was either curled up against Lachlan or tucked under the heavy white fur. Despite her reluctance to disturb him, they couldn't stay like this forever. Fallon awkwardly tapped his shoulder, not wanting to suddenly move away and expose him to the cold. "Hey...it's morning...we should get moving."