The path down the mountains was treacherous in the darkening twilight, even with my Thu'um sweeping the winds and snow away. Stumbling into hidden drifts on the uneven ground meant that I was soaked through and frozen and I was beginning to regret my earlier stubbornness but sheer pride kept me stumbling on. Vilkas was having a slightly easier time, Nord blood and height better adapted for these kind of conditions and as I sank into another bloody snow drift he easily hauled me out.
"My turn to take point now, sister."
If he had asked to take the lead I would have said no and carried on out of sheer pride. If he had shown condescension or pity I would have refused. I hated showing weakness. And he knew it. So instead I followed silently in his footsteps until eventually we stumbled onto the road. Even down here it was still bitterly cold and I was sure I was turning blue. My feet felt like blocks of lead and I was shivering like Sheogorath on skooma. Eventually the welcome glow of lights dotted the distance and I stumbled towards it, only keeping my feet thanks to a steadying hand on my elbow, which I shook off with a glare.

The narrow windows leaked light and the dull murmur of voices into the evening air, hinting at warm beds and food. We hurried through the door into the warmth of the Inn. I pushed my way to the blazing fire pit in the centre of the room and shut my eyes, basking in the warmth. A moment later Vilkas was at my side, "I've spoken to the Innkeeper and managed to get the last room. He's sending over food as well whilst the maid cleans it."
"Hmmm." Then my brain caught up. "Wait, the last room?"
"Don't worry, new blood. It's separate beds."
I just threw him a glare as I stomped over to the Innkeeper. I could hear his exasperated sigh as he trailed behind me.