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Mireille didn’t have an answer to her question, though she did come up with a solution. Druid’s eyes glittered at her friend’s clever resourcefulness. She lapped up a few mouthfuls of snow herself, holding it in her mouth until it melted against the heat of her tongue before swallowing the cool water. It made her teeth ache a little.

She wished they could walk home together, at least part of the way, but as soon as they quit the forest, Mireille turned northwest and Druid roved south. Before they were forced to part ways, Druid thrust her face into a snowdrift and then rubbed it against Mireille’s, leaving a cold kiss on her cheek before giggling and running away.