you and kit were the only ones awake at this late hour, sitting together by the fireplace you had made with sticks. you both leaned against the logs, finding it to be rather cold outside as you were still shivering even with the warmth from the fireplace. you were looking up at the stars when kit cleared her throat. “they’re pretty.” you nodded at her statement. “they are. reminds me of when i was in my room looking out at them when i was younger.” kit nodded. she then also looked up at the sky. “they’re not as pretty as you, of course,” she muttered under her breath. you looked over at her. “what?” she shook her head. “nothing.” your brows knit together in thought. “did you say something?” she shook her head again. “no.” you only nodded, going back to watching the stars.