Emilia has decided that the most romantic thing Samael's done for her, aside from that dramatic moment at the Feast of the Wolf, is hunt spirit rabbits to counteract her misfortune. Her temper had been growing most foul and how could it not? Her fire kept guttering out amidst all this bloody rain, and at the worst possible times.

A good thing, too, as they're approaching treacherous dunes.

... He thrives here in the unforgiving cold, but Emilia most certainly does not.

She suppresses a shiver the closer they get to the sprawling plateau, thinking it makes sense they're among those to confront Rathakku and his forces so directly, after Alem. After everything.