"Here, get in," Cameron urges, biting back a fond laugh as he hurries to get the carriage door for her. There are heavy blankets in most of the cabs, he's found, an old custom he'd read about in literature classes required for graduation but had forgotten about until they got here. He's grateful for them now. As little as he minds the cold, he doesn't want her suffering for it while she acclimates. "And I knew I could count on you. Tonight is not about next week's party, though, tonight is for us."