OOC: In the timeline, this would be just after BoK. Paladin disliked the cold. Unfortunately for her, the night brought its swift display of frost and a blanket of snow, turning Galahad's Lake into a sheet of hard Winter. For some reason, she left the warmth of her little home and made her way there, soft spots of steam spouting from her mouth as she moved, crumpling the furs and thickened linen to her body. The battle for the Haven had taken many things - but it hadn't claimed nature's capacity to heal. Despite the coming coldness, the half-elf smiled faintly at the clinging vines against the surrounding forest's trees and danced beneath the glaring moon. She sank slowly, bracing a knee against the firm soil, pressing a gloved hand against the lake's edge, staring across it, listening for the sounds of the night.