My Dear Little Sister,
Your letters and Eugenie's bring some much-needed warmth into my hands. The cold is biting my fingers every day, scratching my face, and freezing my guts as we ride mindlessly in this forest. I am still trembling as I hold this pain, and I am just about in love with the flame of that candle by my desk. I am grateful for this tent I can build each night to leave out the forest and enjoy some most basic comfort each night. I have seen so many trees, thousands and thousands, I even dream of them now. That's all there is to see, Millie. Trees and snow. The cold wind is our worst enemy at the moment.
I hate to fill my letters with complaints, but believe me, I had never realized how warm our Capital is, and I don't think I will ever complain about the temperatures at h
