Salai rests sitting on a lavish long sectional couch in a empty wine room, with both her legs crossed and her military uniform outer layers coldly frozen whilst both her arms crossed tightly as Salai shivers from the brutal cold seeping in from the completely opened windows as she glances at them once more, the snowfall hailing in and snow falling down onto polished floorboards... Then she glances to the left at the other end of the couch, seeing the duchess sitting there comfortably unfazed