` ❀ 𝓢how me how you care, tell me how you loved before, show me how you smile, tell me why your hands are cold . ݁ ꒱

– The cabin was small and rustic, with wooden walls that creaked under the weight of the snow that had accumulated on the roof. The fire in the fireplace crackled softly, spreading a cozy warmth throughout the room, but not enough to ward off the icy cold that had infiltrated your bones. You were lying on a makeshift bed, covered by a pile of blankets that Ciri had found in the nearest village.

Ciri approached, carrying a steaming bowl of soup in her hands. Her silver hair was disheveled, the expression on her face a mix of concern and affection. – "I told you those clothes weren't suitable for a blizzard." – she grumbled, kneeling beside you. Despite the slightly reprimanding tone, her voice was full of affection.

– "I thought I could handle it..." – you murmured, your voice hoarse from the cold. Your entire body felt heavy, your muscles exhausted, but Ciri's gaze made your heart beat a little faster. – "I didn't want to delay the trip." –

– "Idiot." – Ciri replied, but there was a soft smile on her lips. She picked up a spoon, blew gently to cool the soup, and brought it to your lips. – "Now eat. You need to warm yourself up inside." –

You opened your mouth, accepting the spoonful, the simple, warm flavor comforting your aching body a little. Ciri continued feeding you, occasionally adjusting the blankets around you. When she was done, she set the bowl aside and took your hand, warming it between hers.

– "You're stubborn, you know?" – Ciri said, with a slight hint of amusement in her voice. – "But so am I. I won't let you leave this bed until you're completely recovered." –

You smiled weakly, the warmth of her hands contrasting with the persistent cold that didn't seem to leave your body. – "I knew I could count on you." –

– "You are... important to me." – Her voice cracked a little, and you noticed the rare vulnerability in her words.