It was all she had to say and they were off. Rhysand only nodded and scooped her into his arms before they winnowed from this disaster zone to their cottage by the wood. They appeared outside in the snow that coat the ground, the beautiful flowers bowed down under the weight of white and cold that caused them to decay in the winter. But it was still a lovely home big enough for the pair and friends. Rhysand set Katherine down and led her toward the door through the pathway between flora and fauna in the garden.
"The bath is waiting," he told her offhandedly, knowing it was filling with hot soapy water already. He only need to will it so, after all.