[ frankly, it isn’t sierra’s idea of a fun time, either, but it’s private and it’s quiet, and no, it’s not going to be especially warm, but it’s better than standing out in the snow with no shelter.

once inside, sierra—takes out the mirror again, strangely enough. she still doesn’t see herself, but she can hear it. ]

Did you know? [ like she’s about to give him a fun-fact, while staring into the blank mirror. ] I spent centuries alone in a cottage just like this one. I didn’t even have furniture, because I didn’t know how to make it.