"Yeah, they're enchanted, don't worry." Daya put the paper in her pocket. "Okay, I'll go and find some blankets and matches for a fire at my place. I should have some food there too, but you guys probably wouldn't like it, so pack your own." 

Daya lives in a small, hut-like building, with, luckily, running water. Not many hybrids had that these days. It wasn't the best place, as it often got very cold at night, but it protected her from the weather, so she was grateful anyway.