"Are you hungry at all, poppet...?" She settled the cloak around his shoulders, gently tugging it into place in front so that he could hold it closed from the inside. It was lighter than one might've expected, the air inside it somehow already warm. This, this was dream-logic magic, right?

She put a hand behind his shoulder, not about to drag him anywhere, despite what past experiences might've prepared him for... no, just a friendly suggestion at most, ready to walk with him without crowding him. They could walk this direction, right? Toward the series of white pillars, the path near them cleared of snow as it led away toward the shapes of the hedges and trees outside the school building?