[She considers briefly telling him of the letter she got, quite suddenly, telling her to come teach at the school, and of her subsequent acceptance -- but in the end, she decides against it, decides she'll tell him at a better moment. For now, she lets her thumb move over Sherlock's fingers, almost absently as she fakes a chill.]
It's starting to get quite cold here, don't you think? I thought the sun would be warmer, but it seems autumn has once more deceived me.