Mead

[She's done this over a hundred times, she estimates, but never here. Not on a battlefield in the middle of winter, but hey, if the past few years had taught her anything it was that Miles led a very complicated life that took him practically everywhere. She's learned not to be surprised, just find new clothes and get on with it.

She's bundled up to her eyes, partially because it's cold, partially because she doesn't want to have a repeat of the sixth time she'd tried this. Showing her face and coming out of a hole in reality had been a disaster. She'd been grilled by Miles before but that had been an experience.

She crouches down next to him, and through her scarf offers some advice: "You'll catch your death out here. I have a fire, away from the noise, if you want to come with me."