Daemon brought up the rear, sticking close to the young woman just in case she needed aid. "Steady," he murmured to her as they got into the deeper snow drifts outside the makeshift camp. "We don't have to go far."

He hefted the man he carried a little higher in his arms, finding a more comfortable way to distribute his weight. The icy wind was biting against his face but he ignored it for now. Instead, as they trudged through the snow, Daemon trusted the direction and front to Renji, while he kept probing the distance behind them, making sure they weren't being followed.

So far, despite the discomfort of the cold and the small party of foes, this had been relatively simple for a rescue mission. That in itself made Daemon uneasy.