"Everywhere I've ever lived has snow. In Ravka it was beautiful. We'd skate on the frozen ponds or lake. In Ketterdam, in made the city look pretty, until the dirt and grime mixed with it. And in Fjerda, it was just... cold."

She shivered at the memory and tucked against Geralt more. She smiled at the sentiment. "No, of course not. The only moving we'll be doing is either under the blankets or into a bath."