"That's another favour to me," Beth says, laughing. So far, her sword has been more of a nuisance than anything, its scabbard banging around her legs. It makes her long for her knife, or maybe for Michonne to show her how she figured out how to fight with blades this long. "I need the practice."

She kneels down in the snow, pushing back a different bush of red-leaved plants to find a smaller one beneath it, with just the right number of leaves. Learning to spot things out here is going to take time, with everything so different from home, but it'll be worth it in the end.

Digging them up without a trowel is going to take some time, too. It's too bad it's so damn cold out, or she'd take off her mittens so they wouldn't end up muddy. "We'll have to ask back at camp. Somebody must know what to do with all these plants."