"We should make a list of all the things we need to invent. I mean, we've got the time to work out the logistics right now, at least."

What a silver lining. What a relief. She stays with the hug, and the hitched temperature of her skin, the constant warmth of the Wolf, feels like about the only thing she can offer Cosima right now. It's not enough. As it is, she's got a black shawl that she had under her cloak, even if that's gone, and she pulls it away with one hand, bringing it to rest around Cosima's shoulders.

"You are going to need this more than me. And, hey. Why start small? Nine hundred and ninety-nine."