The avalanche thundered down the mountainside and Olive had no chance to outrun it. She didn't stand a chance and she knew it, but that didn't prepare her for when the force of the avalanche hit her. Before she could think "oh fuck," her world was transformed into the crushing rush of snow. She could hardly breathe, fear and adrenaline coursing through her, and Olive was almost certain she was dead when... it stopped. Or at least slowed. It took Olive a moment to realize she was no longer moving, then once the reality snapped in - that she was still alive! - she scrambled to dig herself out of the snow.
Olive gasped for air when she finally surfaced. The avalanche was over, but the blizzard was only worsening. As much as she didn't like to use magic, Olive knew that now was a matter of life and death. She didn't have the same level of control or range of power that a trained mage would have, but Olive was slowly learning to control things, if she focused. Trying to block out the cold and fear and anger, the winds and snow around Olive began to calm while the storm raged on outside of her sphere of influence. That's when she saw him. Unconscious and half-exposed amongst the snow and debris of the avalanche.
Olive wasn't going to miss her chance.
Numbly grabbing for the hand cannon, Olive stood... then immediately fell. Trying again, Olive again immediately fell over when she put weight on her right ankle. Fuck. She tried again, staggered a step, and collapsed. She looked down at it. For now shock was blocking the pain, but Olive was sure: it must be broken. Olive's heart raced. She didn't even know where she was... Somewhere in the mountains, away from a road or a settlement or anyone else... She'd never be able to get out of here with a broken ankle. She'd die.
Unless.
Olive looked around. Maybe a hundred meters away she spotted a rock overhang that still was providing some shelter; the avalanche had blown over it. But she still would never make it out alone. But she couldn't, she... Olive looked back at the still form of Kentamin. His chest was rising and falling. She couldn't. She'd have to.
Gritting her teeth, Olive dragged herself to the fallen form of the Templar. That was already hard work and when she reached Kentamin and hooked her arm under his to drag him with her towards the shelter, it took nearly all of Olive's strength and energy. Once she reached the sheltered space beneath the overhang, Olive collapsed. But she couldn't take any chances. She pulled Kentamin the rest of the way in then untied the scarf from around his neck. And retied it around his hands after pulling his arms behind his back.
She was guessing she'd want him immobilized when he came to....
Olive then leaned against the back of the rock, using the remainder of her energy to keep the blizzard outside, and to raise the temperature inside.