There's a discontent little squeal from Holland as she steps into the deep fluff at the bottom of the slope, and has much the same idea as Freya - she's reaching for the other girl for support at the same time, their arms linking quickly because of it. Oh, how she wants to whine more, but she refrains for the moment.

"It's just a mess, and I feel like half the student body is dying." She and Freya might die if the fluff keeps getting deeper, even without the struggle of allergies others are dealing with. And it looks deeper up ahead, maybe. It's hard to tell.

"We will discover the intentions, but..." She grips her roommate's arm a little tighter and shifts a little, starting to get a little itchy herself. "Well, I just hope it doesn't take too much longer. Thank you for your help, little friend!"