Kat didn't move. She didn't even respond to Nykole after her outburst. She was seething and she was exhausted and she was cold, but she also knew that whatever the elf claimed, she wouldn't get far while trying to pull a fully laden sled. The elf was being ridiculous.
But transforming was out of the question right now. Kat, literally, couldn't do anything to help and only Lucius had been kind to her so far. From her side, the elf was just an ungrateful mooch who couldn't even conjure up a thank you for all of the work that Kat had done for her.
Gods, Kat was too tired to argue back. That was new.
So, instead, she huddled deeper into her too-big-furs and, much to her complete mortification, she cried silently to herself.