She lets out another squeak, before diving for cover, scooping up snow as she goes and hurling it back at the Vashoth with ringing laughter. She nearly slips, but it hardly seems to matter, darting out from under the wrathful rain of the enemy.

Her brother and she had once played together like this, before things became what they were. Some part of her longed for those simpler days. This? Was a welcome respite from everything that had been heaped upon them.

Getting to be a kid again came highly recommended.