Shae would unwrap her arms from around her chest and offer a hand out to him. The book that was currently hanging off her waist looked to be some sort of a spell-tome. Enchanted to protect it from the elements and written on in gilded elvish script.<br/><br/>"Shae Omberdawn... I'd have to say I'd say it's a pleasure but these aren't exactly the best of circumstances. Yeah, poor thing looked like she was about to keel over so I gave her what was left of my jerky." She'd say with a little bit of a smirk. She'd lift her head and look around, a slightly pointed ear poking out from underneath the waves of her hair.<br/><br/>"Lets see... There is, the girl who was sick up on the rails... the drow.... and a few others." She'd say, squinting her eyes slightly. She'd turn her head to watch Ianna approach.<br/><br/>"Well at least it looks like you're feeling better at least. Yeah we need to start a fire, I don't have any spells or anything that would help much. How about you Adrian?" She'd ask, tilting her head towards the man. Going back to covering her chest with her arms and swaying slightly to try and keep herself warm.<br/>"We should probably figure out how to get warm and then have a rest till sun-up." She'd state, drawing in air through between her teeth.<br/>"Gods it's cold." She'd mumble, followed by a string of what didn't take an understanding of the elvish language to tell was profanity.