Steph wraps her mittened fingers around his, wriggling back to lie on the snow, not quite touching except for hands. Just ... close, and happy with that.

"Mel and I fought a herd of enormous beast things," she recalls. It was nearly four months ago that she left the farm, in her time. She frowns a little, because they'd killed a lot of them. "Pretty gory. Oh!"

Dismay, outright.

"And they crushed my bike!"

She loved that motorbike.