She beams down at time, eyes crinkling to slits about the scarf swaddling her neck and face. She tries to nod, but her clothing gets in the way, so she settles for sitting herself down next to him, knees drawn up against her chest.

Opening her thermos she poured him the hot, lightly spicy chocolate she'd made in the Heart kitchens.

Hello person sitting in the snow for no reason discernible to her - albeit uncertain - eyes.