Shouting? The sounds of battle, perhaps? Miranda roused herself, opening her eyes to find herself in the warm, marshmellow embrace of her scantily-clad guide. She was certainly comfortable, especially given the general lack of other comforts in the back of a travelling cart save for the pair's blanket, but given the shouting... The young princess couldn't help but blush and shift to face the other woman.<br/><br/>"Um... Miss Maribelle, c-can you get off me please?" She asked, thinking it would be rude to simply push her away, especially after she'd been so kind as to share her warmth in the dead of the cold night. "I'd like to see what's going on."<br/><br/>If they were near Fort Elche, then her sister might be among the survivors, after all!