Snow pushes out a breath, thoughtfulness visibly filtering over her expression. If halfway given the chance, there may not be any end to the number of questions she would ask — but she’s also not the kind of person who lets personal apprehension get in the way of potentially learning things. If there’s anything she can glean from the people in Silverpoint to take back, isn’t it worth asking questions?

“Exactly what you brought up. How they’ve learned to survive here, even knowing what lurks out there. How they’ve carved out a place that offers an inviting light from a distance, if anyone happens to wander close enough to see it.”

Even though she knows Milton isn’t their permanent home, that they’ll end up back in Fabletown eventually, that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been trying to make it feel like a home, of sorts — especially now that it’s the both of them under one roof.

“Couple tips wouldn’t hurt,” she adds, with the idle shrug of one shoulder.