Ned follows her at a respectable distance, finally taking his place next to her with his back towards the fire. He looks from his own shadow - dark, flickering with the dance of the flames, unmistakable - to hers - light, barely moving at all. It requires him to squint some in order to make out its ill-defined borders.

"Yes, but very faint. If you turn around and put your back to the fire, you can see what I mean."