Katahnia was exhausted. The walk had been long, and she was still mourning over Mursh's death. Though she had only known him briefly, he had been such a help to her when things had just begun..
when she had become a part of the Free Folk, began to vocalize herself and to reach out to the people, making a name for herself. So as they entered into the cabin, she shivered and removed her gloves, ignoring Conall's suggestion to sit as she worked at tending a fire.
"I'll relax once I get us a fire going. My fingers are freezing," and she went to work, fussing over the flint and hatchet before eventually, after a few quick strikes, he got a flame.
Tending to the fire, she fed it very carefully, letting it grow off of smaller timber and wood chips and dried leaves collected upon the floor in the corners, before gradually adding a few pieces of wood nearby on the floor to get it some girth to it's flames.
Once she was satisfied, she sighed and leaned back, just letting herself rest upon the floor as she sat before the hearth, watching the flames in silence.