Eyes half-closed, Darras sees the shadow and shape of Yseult's hand. He doesn't lift his own to stop her in any way as his grin sprawls slowly across his face.

"I don't want to remember the Vinmarks or read stories about blizzards. I can remember it all very well and I'd tell them to you from memory but I don't want to think of any of it. I want to lay here and enjoy the sun and never think of ice again. You've got to agree with me."