@graciieuse | ♡
a crackle of a small fire, the orange light painting the stone walls and the cobblestone pathways in the nook alleyway they resided in
the monk tended to the flames, trying to keep them alit for the woman with him
- currently huddled in a woven blanket and trying to recover some warmth in her frozen form.
「 ༀ - apologies that i cannot aquire better shelter for you;
unfortunately i am not a residence here either.」








