She can still feel the chill of the coldness, bitterness of the people who’d held her. Azgeda. Just HEARING the name, thinking it, makes a tremor run deeply through her and she has to pause a moment. Though that may be due to her wounds screaming, aching muscles, all three reasons combined together. Costia has been wondering for who knows how long, and missing even longer. A stab of fear comes to her ( what if the clan has left, what if they’ve moved on ) as she continues to tread on. She knows she’s close to home now, the air is warmer, it’s more familiar. Now she just has to hope whoever it is she’s heard walking , the footsteps are quiet but she’s so used to silence now it’s easy to pick up on it, towards her is FRIENDLY.