The cold shocked her; she gripped his hand the tighter for it as if she could will him warm, and only peeled her attention from him to shoot one last, hard, longing look back at her children... and turned away. Tugged at the Brucolac's hand to lead him away, body quarter turned to face him. She led him back through the doorway they'd stormed through, silver hand winking in the relatively dim light as she moved to unwork the same gauntlet gently free of his hand as they walked.

"Then we'll go together, tomorrow. Tonight, I'll squire you again and take this burden off of you— what on earth you did with it, how you earned it... Thank you." She swallowed, eyes flitting away, tucked the strange, cold-burning gauntlet under her arm. Opened her hands up to receive the next. "Prying you out of armour and pressing you down into my bed is by far the least I could do."