pair of shearling gloves made with an odd design, very long in the wrist. Not formal length, but strangely proportioned, rather like a hawking glove. She pulled one on curiously and realised the shape and length was to cover the manacles, preventing the metal from growing frigid and burning her skin. When she went out for her walk, it was the first time her hands and feet didn’t begin immediately aching from the cold.
