Birds flew south for the winter.

Supposedly.

Winter was coming back home, and she wondered if this was a sign that something much cooler was to come their way. Or perhaps she was thinking a little too hard on a metaphor she didn't so much as make a sound about. She guessed he'd take it and run with it, and thus introduce the poison ivy she knew the look of. She'd made sure Monty taught her what berries to eat and what plants to never push Finn into.

She noticed his look, and glanced toward the bridge that didn't make her feel very confident. It didn't surprise her the one way to get to their chosen destination was to walk on something so flimsy it didn't inspire much trust.

She looked at him, arching her brow. "Do you want me to hold your hand?"

For the girl who couldn't swim, she didn't care about walking along a bridge that could see her falling into the water that had almost pulled her to the fountain's floor. A part of her wanted to find another way, but Raven Reyes had never let anything stop her.

She'd destroyed a bridge not even the bombs could touch. She could handle a stupid wooden one.