[She doesn't reply when he mentions about being able to find other connections. It's difficult to explain herself and why she doubts whether her bonds are genuine considering she's so insincere (because she wants someone to look past that, to coax something else that feels real, but how, but how, but how??)

The sleigh is slowing down over the precarious surface and Monts looks over the ledge to gaze below. The ice is too much of an opaque grey-white to judge whether it is thin or not.]

Well. It is cold.

[The ice vibrates and hums underneath them. The whole world seems to shiver.]

If this isn't your first time, then tell me that story.

[There's a pause as the sleigh comes to a stop. She slides out of her seat, heels clicking as it touches the ice.]

... Tell me... When we go back of course.

[There's a place to go back to. It's a very small comfort, but the stability is what keeps her from going over the edge strangely enough.[