She must have been out of her mind when she suggested they walk all the way here. Her legs felt like they ended in stumps, every inch of flesh must have been covered in goosebumps. Roxanne as leaning softly against Rook, though she wasn't entirely sure who was keeping who up, maybe a little of both.
"This time of year this place is usually empty. He goes south, near the border, has a home and family down there. Only comes up during the summer to hunt." Roxanne peeked inside as the door opened, the hearth was cold and empty, and the place did look as if no one had been there in weeks. It was a small, simple cabin, but considering their circumstances it was as good as a damn palace as far as she was concerned.
Gently she pulled Rook inside, Dirk dumped their things by the door and left. Kicking the door closed she left her companion and began rummaging through drawers. There were furs folded neatly on a shelf over the bed, which was also draped in warm looking blankets. "There's kindling stacked there by the fireplace, should be flint on the mantle. There's a shelf over there with some candles and lamps. There might be oil in the lamps. I lost my medicine bag, but here's some linen we can use for bandages."
Her hands were shaking so badly it was hard to actually pick up the things she had found, but they would have heat soon. Roxanne didn't even notice that she was rambling. All she could think about was getting warm and taking a look at Rook's leg. Hopefully it wasn't too bad. She could try to get him to Ketra once they were warm and daylight. Then an actual healer could take a look at him.
