Her head lolls against a firm chest. She takes in a breath and smells the bonfire, burning flesh, death. Behind her eyes she sees the figure of a man walk into a flame without fear, as if he would emerge and be reborn again. She burrows her head, nuzzling her nose, and smells mulled wine, sweat, cotton. Another heady inhale. Bound leather books, earthy detritus, cardamom. The scent is calming, and she lets her body relax.