Survival wouldn't be possible if she continued to dwell on what she was beginning to deem a life-or-death situation. Yet, as her search for shelter began to drag later and later into the day, she couldn't help an occasional, nervous glance towards the east where she had just come from. Ever since that morning, her heart hadn't been calm.
Had she really been so close to dying and killing Sammy as well? What would have happened then? Her father would eventually come to find her, as would the Knights of Chemois. She couldn't help dwelling on the fact that her mistake of overlooking the village she was in led to those she cared for most dying.
She tried to shake off those thoughts. It didn't happen, so she should simply move on so that she and her loyal steed could both have someplace comfortable to rest during the night when it got too cold.
