She wipes the dagger on her pants leg and resheathes it beneath her coat. Her hands guide the pole into place and she packs a few rocks around the base, just to make sure it's secure.

"There." She brushes off her mittens and tugs the ear flaps back down around her ears. Half a breath later, she rises, one hand holding the pompon at the top as she squints up at it.

"It's not a house pennant, but it'll have to do for now." She looks across at him, sending a questioning tendril of thought. Was that uncertainty about the knife or about this whole endeavor?