Beth shrugs, the only answer she can think of that won't involve speech. Two weeks here in camp, all those days before in the hospital? It feels like forever to her. The fact that she's been able to do normal work despite the injury--hell, she shot a gun with it, albeit before she came here--makes it seem less and less important.

She braces herself in the snow, her bad hand on the trunk of a tree. When Adrien looks back at her, she nods in acknowledgment. There's not much more they can do, waiting in silence like this. Eventually, their leader returns to them, ready to give his orders.

Lieutenant Grey points to one of the native Barrayarans and sends him down toward the right. "Take the outsiders. The rest of you, come with me."