Catskill pulled on her clothes, mercifully warm from the fire. They were battered from the fall, but still good enough, and the unicorn had even been decent enough haphazardly patch up the hole in Catskill’s coat. She walked a few steps. The cold still gnawed at her bones, but she still wasn’t sore. It felt like she’d just been sleeping, actually. She did a small circuit of the campfire.