"So in summer it’s scorching hot?"
"And in winter…"
"We have this." Polly gestured at the snow-covered landscape. It was cold enough to freeze your socks off, but her lads were all piled up in their tents underneath a heap of blankets, and the only person still outside was her.
And Mal, of course, who had wandered over to keep her company soon as the lads had all gone to sleep.
"Sorry," Polly said with a shrug. "There isn’t much in this country that isn’t shit."
Mal smiled, slyly. “I don’t know. There are some things…”
"Oh shut it," Polly snapped. Even with this freezing cold she could feel her cheeks heat up.
"Won’t. Scoot over."
Polly shifted and Mal sat down next to her. She gently draped her cloak over Polly’s shoulder and leaned into her side.
"Don’t," Polly said again. "This is wa-" she yawned, "way too comfortable, I’ll fall asleep."
Mal poked her in the thigh. “What’s stopping you?”
"I’m supposed to keep watch."
"I’ll keep watch for you. Keen vampire senses, and all that."
Polly’s eyes drifted close. It was strange, she thought as Mal’s arm came around her waist, because she’d always thought vampires would be cold, but Mal was actually, well, normal-living-body-temperature. Very cosy.
"I’ve got this, Polly," Mal added softly.
"Thanks," Polly slurred, and the last things she was aware of before she fell asleep was Mal’s hand lightly squeezing her waist.