"Alright." He's looking down at the tracks in the snow, but his eyes are unfocused. "Alright, so I guess we should count this as a possibility if she comes back. The White Queen, I mean."

He ruffles his wings, longer now, and it blows the snow into strange arcs.

"Normally I'd say her being alive is a good thing, but..." He looks up at Tim, cringing briefly in place of an actual answer. "You think we'll forget that thing about the jars? If we get...wiped?"