She rolled her head this way and that. It was a bit harder to look up, as the scar had tightened the skin, but otherwise she had full mobility. She poked at the scar. It wasn’t overly sensitive. She poked a few more times. No bleeding. The scar felt like she’d had it for months. “Maybe I’ve been asleep or dead or whatever for months.” She looked out the window again and peered at the snowline of a distant mountain. Almost unchanged from the last time she’d seen it, so the Empire hadn’t even begun its seasonal avalanche blasting. “Still before the equinox,” she said. “No more than a week.”