[ An unknowable feeling sinks into her chest and tightens it, but as it is, there's no telling whether she feels this way because of the way Winter grasps her smaller hands in his, or because of the question he asks thereafter.

...She nods, while her gaze all the while stays fixed on their joined hands. ]

I try to remember everyone's names and their occupation, at the very least. Then, what they enjoy to eat and drink. Where they've been, where they're off to next. Who they travel with.