[Vastra is glad to hear another voice when so much of the journey had been nothing but roaring winds and the sound of snow crunching under her feet. She's wary, of course, because she doesn't know where she is or when she is or who this man is, but that fur looks so much warmer than her skin. She isn't someone who wouldn't ever ask for help, but it isn't easy for her to trespass on a stranger. A mammal-stranger no less.]
Yes... [And how fortunate he speaks English too.] I am afraid I do need help.
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Yes... [And how fortunate he speaks English too.] I am afraid I do need help.