Dura bent down when the Khajiit returned with her things.A She spared an internal chuckle at the sight of a cat in a cloak. Once she was low enough, she held her arm out for the Khajiit could climb up her. Speaking in a low voice again, she nodded and replied, "That is fine, it'll help pass the time as we climb up high to the castle just beneath the sky." Once the feline was on and nestled comfortably, Dura rose and open the door. They headed out of Ivarstead's inn, and into the dark of the night and storm to begin an ascent up the mountain's form. A vampire and a cat, an odd duo at the least, began the trek up stairs snow-made treacherous and sleek, scaling the ascent in weather bleak.