As the first light of dawn filtered through the barracks, casting a soft glow over the snow-covered landscape, Noori rode back after a long night of unknown adventures. Her horse trotted wearily, its breath forming puffs of steam in the chilly air. Against the backdrop of the serene morning sky, Noori's figure appeared stoic and determined, her silhouette cutting through the tranquil scene.
Bishop, who had anxiously searched for her, finally caught sight of her return. With a sense of relief, he hastened his steps towards her camp, his breath visible in the crisp morning air. Concern etched across his face, he approached her cautiously, mindful of her mood.
"Are you okay?" Bishop inquired, his voice carrying genuine concern as he drew near to Noori.