Artemis was probably saying something, but Bitterroot didn’t hear it. She just sat, breathing slowly and deeply. The pain in her leg lethargically fluctuated between “barely there” and “strong but manageable”. She almost felt like she was still in the blizzard at first. But as the warmth of the fire washed over her, her heart stopped jackhammering inside her head and she could marshal her thoughts. She didn’t come close to falling asleep; she wasn’t that tired yet.