Ah, thanks. [You don't have to tell Jetshard twice. The medic's job in a fight is to stay alive, after all. Can't patch everyone else up if she's taken out.
She starts heading in the direction of the indicated path; the snow's slowing her down, of course, but she's not struggling with it too much, and she's careful to keep the woman between her and the remaining snowmen. Not that there are a great many remaining snowmen; at the rate that the newcomer is melting them away, this little band of them is likely going to be gone by the time Jetshard makes it to the relative safety of the path.
Which she does, and pauses once she's on the magic-warmed gravel, to look back and see if the other woman is following.]
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She starts heading in the direction of the indicated path; the snow's slowing her down, of course, but she's not struggling with it too much, and she's careful to keep the woman between her and the remaining snowmen. Not that there are a great many remaining snowmen; at the rate that the newcomer is melting them away, this little band of them is likely going to be gone by the time Jetshard makes it to the relative safety of the path.
Which she does, and pauses once she's on the magic-warmed gravel, to look back and see if the other woman is following.]