What was happening? Tetramis turned within her makeshift tent. Her would had healed, the rip in the side of her dress had showed that much. She would have to repair it later, perhaps when she became a judge of frost, she would be allowed to enchant her clothing.<br/><br/>She kicked her way through the ice, a portion of the blades which enforced the structure. Bits of ice covered her, she stepped towards the duo, "I have to return to the Angels' Sanctorium. Don't worry," She looked at Nite, "I can trace you."<br/><br/>(I have an Internet cut. So posts from me would be scarce.)