Her smile is warm, with that, and she rests her hands on Cosima's collarbones, smoothes over her shirt light before curling her fingers into the fabric just so, and gently tugging her close. Conspiratorial, playful, as though she were checking Cosima's coat was sufficiently warm and properly done up in the dead of winter. "You are wise as ever."

And a pause. "Does that mean I should not have volunteered us for a camping expedition set for midwinter?"