Tromp tromp tromp.  She's building up quite the mental catalog of kinds of demon, although presumably infinite demons means there's also infinite kinds... she gets distracted from the story of That Time A Bunch Of Vescavors Got In trying to figure out whether that actually follows, gives up and concludes that anyway there are a finite number of demons and therefore a finite number of kinds currently here.

Fort!  Hello best fort she missed you.  She'll flop against the gateyard wall and close her eyes until somebody comes to Detect whether they've brought any Fiendish Presences.

No Fiendish Presences here. In they go.

Does anyone need her for anything right now because if not she is just going to go sit in the mess for a bit.

That's a good place to sit, on the assumption that she's hungry after hiking for hours.

She's actually going to take a while to remember that food exists and she should eat some and that will probably help, but then she'll collect One Unit Of Stew, yeah.

It's actually 7/8 Unit Of Stew because there is some unclarity about supply but it's pretty close.

True, although if the rations are calibrated for a grown man with a physical job she's not especially hampered by this.  Nom nom stew.

Proooobably she shouldn't spend the last couple hours of Endure sitting around in the mess hall, as tempting as it is.  Are there any classes on like bird identification or how to get down a snow-covered hill without falling or whatever on the schedule?  

She can get in on a class about making emergency snow shelters if she hurries!

Ughhhhhhh hurrying sounds like More Walking she is not injured and not five and not going to whine about it.  She'll go to the Snow House class.

Here's how you make a quinzee. Make your own quinzee now.