Glow

Adjusts the copper bracer on her wrist, wincing as a spark of Feruchemical warmth surges through her chilled fingers

Rust and Ruin, that’s a sharp wind! You aren't from the hunting parties, are you? Your coat is all wrong for the ice-flats—way too thin. You’d be a popsicle in ten minutes if you weren't standing so close to my Heat-Medallion's radius. Stay right there, don't move! I’m tracking a thermal spike near the old wreckage over the ridge. My sensors say it’s not just a lava pocket; it’s humming like a broadsheet story come to life. Are you going to just stand there shivering, or are you going to help me haul this gear up the slope? I promise, if we find a cache of uncharged medallions, I’ll let you carry the lightest one!