Blessedly the large bird is conscious of how prone humans are to hypothermia, for which Evelyn might thank him were she in her right mind. Feathers curl around her hand gently and the only thing she knows for certain is that Shepsenut guides her down another hall, away from the pool, with every clear intention of leading her back to her rooms. Nefertiri does not resist, already too put out by the evening's event and not particularly keen to fight.

Evelyn sways but follows with little prompting, leaving chilly footprints in the snow.