Cara likes snow. She likes, when the flurries begin to fall and the nights grow frigid, how Kahlan descreetly inches closer to her in the dark. Not that Cara would ever admit it, of course. But she does like the warmth of the Confessor's body against her own. Kahlan knows she likes it, too. Which is why, tonight, Kahlan's hand drifts a little further south than usual.
Kahlan's breath is warm against Cara's neck - which makes a pleasing contrast to the wet flakes landing on her face and hair. Kahlan continues, and their shelter beneath the furs grows even warmer.