"My valiant knight," she smiles, but the smile is (admittedly) a little shaky, as the warmth suffusing the tent starts to contend with the chill on the air outside. It's already become quite clear that this is one of their couplings that has resulted in her feeling particularly clingy, loathe to be apart from him. It's a reaction to sex that she would have considered uncharacteristic a year ago, and she's still not entirely certain what to make of the shift toward this sort of response.

Perhaps, in this moment, it's that she's overwhelmed by the counterpoint of the clarity and depth of her feelings for him and the muddled complexity of her feelings about this time of the year. She takes a deep breath and snuggles closer.