I see my grandmother... something just isn't quite right. But my emotions overcome any reason or skepticism. She's my only living relative! All this time here in town, an outcast... she needs my help. I drop what I'm holding, burst into joyful tears, and reach out to take her in my arms...
Charging into the room may not be my preference but I can not allow a comrade, an injured one at that, face this ungodly creature alone.
Gera
Half sarcastically I quip, "It seems those that venture on their own have as much of a tendency to disappear as those we came searching for." It was my wish to follow up the mountain so that we do not all share this fate, but that storm and my inability to bolster the search party's numbers may just change my mind. "Gunnva shall we make the climb or stick to more sheltered areas with the others?" I gesture toward the two possible directions hoping to get some feedback from my current companion.