"The cold didn't freeze it well enough? You didn't cure your meats?"

She falls into step beside him, fingers hooking with his. It's still strange to show such affection in public, especially when they'd had the worries of maintaining appearances before their people.

"I've eaten raw horse heart." And then there was all the things in the desert they'd needed to catch, things she's no wish to think of now, years later. "Not rancid, by any means... no matter how many flies buzzed around me."