[Her cheeks burn heatedly, obviously not from the cold this time, but she made her point clear, and her nails dig into his shoulder as he starts climbing, looking down at the ground. It's a long way down if he drops her, and she'd rather he didn't do that even if she did just threaten to snap his hands. The numb of the cold seemed to have started leaving her as he sets her down, and for a moment she has to lean against the wall with one arm in order to get her footing again.
Instead of collapsing like any other girl might have done, Merida keeps herself standing straight, boots tugged off by the toe as she pulls her hood down, shaking red hair out. As much as it pained her to say it...]
You have my thanks, an' my gratitude.
[For now she'd be civil, especially in another person's territory.]
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Instead of collapsing like any other girl might have done, Merida keeps herself standing straight, boots tugged off by the toe as she pulls her hood down, shaking red hair out. As much as it pained her to say it...]
You have my thanks, an' my gratitude.
[For now she'd be civil, especially in another person's territory.]