At the increased, fueled-by-willful-stubborness pace - and the hint of Primus blessed warmth seeping through their shared contact - Mirage was able to make much better time. It still took several minutes to even reach the bend in the rocks, patches of ice making the noble's feet threaten to slide out from under him.

But the sudden drop in wind strength on the lee-side of the hill was a relief.

"...H-help me look for anything that could be a cave or shelter. It should be nearby." Mirage gestured with his head, continuing on to make his way across the rocky slope.