“Of course, you would bring a handkerchief to the front lines,” she said, half a grumble. “They didn’t include it in your ‘things to bring to war’ list, Winnow?” he quipped. Iris blew her nose. “Shut up, Kitt.” He only answered with a chuckle, setting the helmet back onto her head. But he remained close at her side, keeping her warm through the darkest hours before dawn.
