"Late enough in the year for it to feel comforting," Urquhart says, putting an arm around her.

This curse he is under gives him an empathy he hadn't had before, and he can feel that Saffron isn't just bright, clever, brilliant, ruthless and sexy, there is also a deeply hidden part of her where she is hurt and lost and oh so angry.

Not different from him, at all.

And she can use the comfort of the braziers and the incense.

He leans in to kiss her.