It was weeks.
Afena spent all that time with her mind drawing a complete blank. It shut off in preparation to greet her end. Her body functioned simply because it was its function to do so, and the contents of her mind had nothing to do with whether her lungs drew or pushed, her heart beat, or her blood flowed.
Later on, Afena would remember the peace, tranquility, and gentleness of that time. A kind of dying before her actual death that allowed her to make peace with the idea of simply...stopping, or ceasing, to be. There was no cold or heat, no dark or light, no something or nothing.
She didn't even notice when Ol approached her. Nor did she mind the warning calls from the vusok hidden in the distance. Sitting on the same spot she'd chosen when deciding to simply wait, her head was lowered, eyes open but blind. Snow had piled on top to hunch her down with its weight.