She has questioned this decision — and how could she not? A part of her thinks that they are undeserving of the peace they search for, of a fruitful world with hopeful adventures and freedom from bloodshed she had never asked for. Somehow, she had been thrust into Cassine's world more than she had ever imagined, and it was a cruel and unforgiving one in manners far different than that of her homeland. But from each place, she has taken away life lessons that drive her — no, them — to the next.

She needs little else, so long as she greets each day with the parisian goddess beside her. Cassine is her guiding star, a driven purpose that keeps her following the path unknown ahead of them.

Late afternoon has found them miles across an open tundra, without shelter to be seen ahead nor behind, and a storm has been sneaking its steady way upon them until even the ground a few feet ahead of her is obscured. Beelzebub sticks close to her lover, barricading Cassine from the worst of the wind and snow like a bear might guard her cub. {"We need shelter,"} she states the obvious brusquely; they can tolerate the growing cold for now, but nightfall will find them in a far more precarious situation.