[She is almost completely buried in snow by the time they stop, and when his voice reaches her, she sits up from beneath the pile of white with a matching groan, all of it sloughing off her to create a heap at her waist.]
I am fine... A bit sore... Though nothing quite as sore as my pride.
[She looks around for him only to find him behind her, and she frees his leg from her grip so that she can turn to him.]
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I am fine... A bit sore... Though nothing quite as sore as my pride.
[She looks around for him only to find him behind her, and she frees his leg from her grip so that she can turn to him.]
Are you?