Beth takes the cup between both hands, breathing in the scent of the tea. It's warm in her chapped hands--she should have grabbed her mittens, it was stupid not to--and the heat rises up against her face. Just that is worth it, that brief moment of warmth--even if her cheeks feel colder when the wind hits them again.

Drinking the tea has the same general effect, of warmth where none exists on its own. It's not really to her taste, but sweet tea would only make her colder. Homesick. And anyway, they don't have sugar to spare for it.

After a few long moments, when she looks at her cup and the trampled snow and not much else, she glances up at Rani. "Thanks."