Stella paused outside of the castle, frowning as she realized they intended on walking. The steps had been hard enough to get down with her stitches, walking would this distance would be impossible to do without tearing her stitches open. "Claude, i need to take Snow. I cant walk the whole time, it would damage the stitching," Stella said, looking up at him with a slight guilty feeling. After all, they would be walking in the freezing snow while she was resting on the horse. When one of the men left to get the horse, she frowned slightly and thought about when her father had abandoned her here.<br/><br/>"I wasnt with him. But that day, it was freezing and the wind was really strong. The horse is still here which means he was on foot... I remember escaping from a pack if wolves by hiding away behind the castle gates. So it's possible that they were still waiting...." Stella slowly got quieter as tears stung her eyes. Turning her head away, wiping her eyes with her hand hard to make them go away. The realization of what had most likely happened hit her hard and in a moment she had to sit down, pressing her hand to her chest as pain shot through her. "I...I cant do this...what if theres nothing left except remains...i cant..." She sobbed quietly into her cloak.