At some point, she sits and watches the snow fall from a window of the Ringmaster's cabin where she's been allowed to stay, away from everyone else for the moment. Her hands are curled around a steaming mug of hot chocolate with little marshmallows, and she's running a finger around the rim while she waits for it to cool down enough to drink directly.

There's a frown on her face, and she looks a little... melancholy?