The wind is rising outside - Steph can hear it too now, and she nods - but she leans up to kiss his cheek again before letting him have space, turning to pick up a bundle of sealskin-wrapped jerky.

"So, this igloo you made ... enough space to train in?"

Because he always wanted to spend a day - or a few days or a week - inside a tiny space with a woman who has serious trouble sitting still.