It was a cold day. Usually, you would be in the gardens with your friend, Mountain, doing work, but even Papa Primo agreed it was too cold to work outside. It was a harsh winter.

So, of course, you had instead dragged Mountain into your quarters in the abbey to watch bad romance movies.

Playfully, you whined about having nobody to cuddle like they did in the movies. So, as any good friend would do, Mountain awkwardly put his long arm around you, stiffly pulling you against him.