A/N: Hello, hello. I was thinking about honor at three in the morning and this happened. I have a short story (meaning it would be a couple parts/chapters or a somewhat long chapter) to put here that I'm hoping you guys love as much as I do, but I feel like I should get my major things done first. You'll know it when you see it.

I realize I consider Rugged Grace as my medium for announcements. (That means you can skip this part and just read if you like) Uhm, my reserves were kind of depleted in regards to ideas for Cara/Kahlan mini adventures but that's cured. Doesn't mean I object to requests, of course. I would've been done with the next Gone Forever chapter but I accidently bought Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning and let's not talk about how many hours I've put in during four days. GF chapter is half done. Behold, A Savior is likely to be updated a week after GF.

Kahlan stood, stretching her stiff body, and knocked on the door again. "Cara? Cara come out."

"Go away, Kahlan!"

"Do you want to kill someone? It doesn't have to—"

"Yes!"

Kahlan gave the door between them a rather unhappy look. "What?"

"I gave an affirmative."

"You're not supposed to!"

"Supposed to admit it or want it? And why would you ask if I'm not supposed to properly answer?"

Blue eyes narrowed at the door. "Both."

"You're not even going to address my other question?"

"It was a stupid question."

Cara's eye-rolling power was so strong it was felt through the door. "You mean like yours?"

"You're infuriating!"

"Let it go."

Kahlan raised an eyebrow. "Let what go?"

"Just slam the door and let it go."

"The door's already shut!"

Cara wrenched open the door. (Kahlan suspected it was primarily to spite her.) "Why couldn't I fight him?"

"Because you would've killed him."

She nodded as though Kahlan was too blind to realize they had the same point.

"You can't just kill a prince—or anyone, while we're on this topic—especially if I'm negotiating with his father."

"I would've brought him back," Cara said petulantly.

"Yes, but being killed is still considered offensive."

"To who?!"

Kahlan threw her hands up. "Everyone!"

Cara huffed. "People are sensitive."

"Yes," Kahlan said drily, "That's precisely what it is."

"He insults me, the Commander of your army, in his home while we're negotiating an alliance, and it's okay? I'm going to take his sword and shove it right up his—"

Kahlan kept her hand over Cara's mouth and ignored angry green eyes as she glanced around the hall. "Alliance, remember?"

She slapped Kahlan's hand away. "I'm going to take this alliance and kill him with it!"

Kahlan's brow furrowed. Some things were better left unquestioned, no matter how curious she was. Not in doubt, however, was the extent of Cara's anger. "I'll handle it, without killing anyone."

"Can't I just poke him a few times?"

Kahlan looked up at the ceiling as if the Creator would directly send her patience.

"Stop making that face."

"What face?"

Cara took a small step into Kahlan's space and rested a gloved hand on the woman's hip. "The one suggesting you forget how pleasant I am."

Blue eyes fell down to green. "Let's build a snowman."

"I don't want to build a damn snowman."

Kahlan developed her traditional no-nonsense face and slid her hands up Cara's arms. "We are building a snowman."

After a moment, Cara huffed. "Fine, but I'm going to cut its damn head off."

Kahlan pulled away suddenly and walked down the hall. "Not if you want to make me happy."

"What should I do, give it a warm hug?"

With absolute mischief in her eyes, the Mother Confessor glanced over her shoulder. "I'll be in need of more than a warm hug after playing in the snow."

Cara trotted after her with a grin plastered on her face. She was rather open to the idea of building a snowman for some reason.

A/N: Something clever. I'm just going to go back to my GF chapter, even though I should really be going to sleep. As if I could resist Nicci. Or Denna and her [spoilers].