Bethany is sitting in the Gallows courtyard with her knitting, and a bunch of burlap sacks. Some of them already have knitted blankets within, and some of them are empty, but she's got a look on her face that says she's determined to make sure they all end up with a blanket in them in the near future. It's getting cold again, after all.

The intense look on her face fades into a confused frown and headtilt as Nate comes towards her with such a serious look on his face that everyone has parted before him nervously. She tips her head quizzically to the side - and then the flowers are brought out and she lets out a delighted laugh.

"Oh Nathaniel, you shouldn't have!" She beams, putting down her knitting to take the blossoms, kissing his grizzled cheek fondly.

And ...everyone around them breaths out a confused sigh of relief. Wardens. So damned strange.