"That won't clash at all with your hair," Mina teased her, gently. It did lack the usual edge of her life prior to Baedal, but there was definitely some of the old Mina behind those eyes. "Actually, I rather like the thought of Christmas. I can't remember the last time I celebrated it. I think it was probably the Christmas before your twentieth birthday. I remember your father gave me a new pistol."

Yes, she had loved that pistol. Used it until it quite literally broke apart in her hands.

It was her way.

"Christmas is never as fun as when you're a child though, is it?" She leaned against the wall, absently looking at some of the furniture. None of it was particularly her taste, but then again, it wasn't her room being furnished, so she held her tongue.