Metody lifts her coiling spines to knot together another head, which she ducks a little in acknowledgement. She reaches out, and gently touches Jason's shoulder; thank you to him, too. Without eyes, who knows how long she would have wandered, searching for the cave?

...not at all, actually. She would have stayed at the bridge, waiting for wolves. But now she knows where the cave is, and now her path is strewn with splinters of bone that froze off, and while those parts of her aren't going to be getting up any time soon, they are an excellent trail of pebbles for other parts of her.

Which...she could really need. She can't sigh, but there's a sense of it as she settles down on the cave floor, tired.