Beth breathes out a sigh of relief. Judith's okay--and she really must be, because Daryl loved her too much to be able to lie about her. If the baby had died when the prison fell, Beth would see it in his face before he managed a single word. Everyone else, that just hurts. Got everybody ready, just in time to see her shot in the face. If they saw her, when she's actually here. The way time works is even more of a headache than the way place does, and place already gives them multiple Earths, none of which match.

Somewhere, Maggie's burying her lifeless body, is what Daryl seems to be saying, even if it's not happening in the exact Georgia she came from. And if she goes back, there's no reason to believe the same thing won't happen. She doesn't want to think about it too hard, for a lot of reasons.

"C'mon," she says, after a moment, and starts getting shakily to her feet. "We're gonna freeze out here."

The snow's melted against her legs, soaking the fabric to the skin. Even if it was warm, enough Barrayarans pass by--more than one, in other words--that they're better off sniffling back the last of their grief somewhere private. It's not warm inside the outsiders' tent, but at least the wind won't blow directly on them.