[ It's brief, as she works, afforded in the gestures as she works, it means nothing more than a brush as she's working and he helps her - but her fingers brush against the back of his hand - because it is too much to say it is understood, that it is appreciated, that is met evenly.

Instead, it's said where words do not cover such a thing, her calloused, worn fingers against the back of his knuckles and a sweep, as she begins to gather up her hair. As much as needs to be affected upon.

Because she has never been prone to long bouts of reflection, and she has no interest in it now. Though she feels again the pang to get out of this camp - not to go anywhere, but simply to move. ] If you are of this place, you must tell me, does this weather ever clear, or will I be cursing such snowfall every day I find myself in its company?