"You never know," she says, grinning, and links her free arm through his to drag him over to the igloo, through the first flurries of snow. It's light and soft and the first few flakes stick to the outside of their parkas, but they melt on Sokka's face, and Steph wants to kiss them off for the first time since arriving.

Things are okay again.

"It might be your only form of self-defence. Hey, this thing is way warmer than I thought - awesome!"