Even without her gift, it had been easy for Zoey to anticipate the way he hugs the thermos close, and made sure it was hot enough to serve as a makeshift hot water bottle for the rest of their walk; by the time they get to the community hall it’ll be drinkable temperatures. And it’ll keep him warm in the meantime.

She laughs softly and shakes her head. “I suppose you could say that. I try to keep an eye out for new folks, and I like to keep myself busy.” Inactivity makes her itch, sometimes. Especially here, without her gift of sight and no way to see what’s coming before it shows up on their doorstep. And there’s always plenty that can be done.