Olivier's sharp eyes catch it immediately when he shivers in her quarters, the chill of the North breaching even these walls.

"Cold, soldier?" she asks, harsh and, if he's not mistaken, worried.

To Ishval, Miles feels connection in his blood. He felt obligation, when he was there, and duty and some far-off, faded sense of family. He did not feel loyalty or belonging, despite the easy welcome from those rebuilding alongside him. He did not feel home.

He slowly reaches out and puts his hand over hers, warm beneath the glove. "No," he says. "It feels good after so long."