She chuckles again at his answer, but it turns to a grimace. "They wait. There is little else to be done until the winter ends. Our stores should see us through, for we took care to hunt and gather and trade all we could before the snows came. But until spring returns there is little to do but wait, and the coldest months are yet to come."

She sounds a little grim. This will be the worst, this winter of recovering, and when they overcome it they may begin to regain their strength in truth. But Haleth does not like being unable to act. Still, frustration will not bring game out of hibernation, nor make the plants grow. "We busy ourselves with crafts, or with storytelling and songs." Or with sharing a bedroll, in many cases, but that she does not mention. Though they need to repeople themselves, and she imagines there are worse ways to spend a cold night...

She shakes her head, refusing to blush. "At least now the days will grow longer, even if they remain cold. That will help us."