Among women of her culture, Magne is somewhat singular, taller, broader, stronger in frame and jaw. A traditionally masculine shape by most accounts, but she carries herself like a confident woman, secure in who she is even if nobody else will grant her that same courtesy.

Listening to Lyubov is fascinating, if a touch confusing, and her head tilts as she imagines the situation with Lyubov having to decide whether to sit with the ladies of her congregation or to join her husband with the men.

The wind interrupts them, and Magne smiles warmly, gesturing toward the inn. "C'mon, I'll get you a drink and we can see what we've got to eat. We're a little bit strapped right now, but the soup is good enough to fill the belly and keep you warm for a while."