I spent a while trying to think of my favourite and for some reason this was the one that stuck. Perhaps with everything that's going on in the novel right now it really stands out as the last time the characters were feeling particularly optimistic 
Aina snorted. ‘Get over here, idiot.’
The shadows at her side deepened into the woman’s silhouette. Her face was stolen by the night but Aina could see clearly in her mind’s eye the way her eyes scrunched up when she smiled. A scent of lavender permeated the air now. It reminded her of the long-retreating summer. Wordlessly, she prodded the woman with the blunt end of a bottle until she accepted it.
‘Thanks, love.’ The pop of a stopper, the rush of liquid, the fresh smell of ale. ‘What are you doing up here, anyway?’
‘Just wanted a change,’ Aina replied, smiling as she knew she spoke the truth.
‘Fair’s fair,’ Sera replied. There was something in her voice, there for a moment then gone. ‘Great view though.’
‘Aye.’
‘How did you plan on getting down in the dark after a few drinks?’
Aina gave an unseen grin, took another gulp of ale. ‘That, my dear, is a problem for later.’
The other Scavenger cackled appreciatively and brandished her bottle up at the shrouded heavens. ‘So shall it be thus!’ she intoned.
‘So shall it be thus!’ Aina echoed, whooping with her next breath and howling into the void, unfettered and primal, accompanied a moment later by the other woman. They guffawed in laughter and drank away the night, sharing anecdotes and joining their voices in slurred song, only returning to town when the first glimmers of pre-dawn light lit their path. For that time in the dark, however, they were free. They were queens of their little kingdom, a paradise in a paradise, in a world that had not ended.
