Beren's snicker at her sarcastic comment on the assassin disappeared as surely as she did when he saw her teleport. For the briefest of moments he thought something awful had happened, but then she fell into the snow and was covered by the whiteness in a large mound. Beren stomped through the snow and began to dig, uncovering her. Jocasta popped out of the mound like a genie, holding the soft crimson fabric up with wonder in her eyes. 

"This thing I can work with..." she said, marveling at it. 

"Well, at least I know she's ok." He said to himself outloud. 

Jocasta took Beren's hand and she was pulled out of the little hole, examining the item like she would an ancient text. He envied her ability to decipher script and artifacts, and Beren actually felt very fulfilled helping her in such things. He wondered what she was looking at, but it was clear there were flows there he simply couldn't see. Beren smiled watching her. 

"Well, you did kill him. You can take that, and we can keep the money together since we're going to Iskura together anyway." He told her so she didn't have to worry about him trying to claim it for himself. Her smile to him was brilliant, her eyes trailing back from him to the sarong. 

"It can probably fit me, but not wearing all these layers," she said. 

"We probably should get going." He said, counting the coins. Strangely they were in Basileon 'Bezants.' There were a score of them, give or take. He counted them as they fell from one hand to the other, clinking as they slid from the second hand back into the container. "Unless we got something else to do. Even in the daylight, we don't know what's out here-" 

POOF. 

Beren blinked and turned, and saw Jocasta was gone. He opened his mouth to say something, but there was another POOF. A vaguely sweet scent filled the air and what looked like a puff of quickly dissipating smoke was there one moment and then it was gone, and he turned to where he heard it. His nose brushed against Jocasta's, and he flinched back. 

She giggled at startling him, and then revved the sarong up and whipped it at her feet again. Once more the smoke popped up and she was gone, before he heard a squawk from above him, clearly the woman having failed at showing up where intended, and she tried to cry out but wasn't fast enough. She fell directly into Beren's lap, driving the air out of him again. 

"Oof!" He exhaled, and cleared his throat, blinking. She smiled guiltily and he shook his head, smirking. "This is going to be a continual thing, isn't it?" He asked her tiredly, failing to hide his delight at her having fun.