"We're heading out promptly," Lenore says, though she's still a bit slow-moving herself, choosing ornaments for her hair and directing her maids on how she wants it braided and pinned up, worked into a crown around her head so that it's better able to keep out of the way and she doesn't have to worry so much about the mass of it becoming covered in falling snow.

Her eye flick over Gideon, assessing her preparations and mostly approving of what she sees. "Go and fetch your collar," she instructs, since that's visibly missing and they're going to have to have a Problem if Gideon has done anything to discard it.