I was grateful for the warmth of the fire. Luna handed me a wool blanket from wooden basket in the corner and smiled as I wrapped it around me. "It's strange how you get so cold. I haven't been cold in years..." her smile faltered, "I've forgotten what it's like." It was hard not to notice the white marks covering her left arm. Like lace they decorated her skin, but I didn't dare ask where they came from or why.