Warn your warmth to turn away [Darkness Plot]

In his calmer moments, Edgar tried to convince himself that he ought to be past this by now. He'd been in Darrow over four years now and known that snow came and went away. Even when it showed up at unnatural times by magic or whatever fuckery was about that time or another, it went away.

Except there were fucking goblins outside. Except that Yona still had that look in her eye like they were about to face Yekaterina Bridge all over again. Except he'd barely seen sunlight in several days. It made Edgar nervous, agitated, and he knew it was spilling over to everyone else. Even the cats were probably fed up with his pacing.

Neil and Grantaire were doing their best to keep him and Yona from going totally spare. Theon–who had ended up with them by either the best or worst luck–had proved more than handy with a bow. He'd even hazard a guess that Derek had been skulking around. He wasn't alone.

That didn't make it easy.