❄ - Staying close to them to keep warm
Ilsabardian winters were rough, especially for a Doman used to Doman weather. It was late evening, a roaring fire burned in the hearth, and Zenos was stretched out across the couch, sleepily watching the flames.
His eyes fluttered mostly-open as he felt, rather than saw, something fall off the back of the couch onto his side, and he grunted softly when said uninvited guest wound up sinking into the couch between his back and the cushions. Squeaky noises of panic had the prince sitting up and reaching back to rescue his companion.
“What are you doing,” he asked, with absolutely no small amount of indignation in his voice, and the lavender Raen - she was gradually turning pink - sputtered out, “I’m cold.”
With a sigh and an exaggerated rolling of his eyes Zenos slid from the couch to the floor and plopped Moryera into his lap. He scooted a bit closer to the roaring fire and wrapped his arms around her without uttering another word.
Moments later, they were both fast asleep in the middle of the bearskin rug, Zenos with his arms wrapped posessively around the much smaller woman. They’d both feel like hell from sleeping on an uncomfortable floor, but at least everybody would be warm.
