You hold a lantern. Warm in your hands. As you ran across the snowy biome.

Cool air leaving your lips as you hurried against the cold snow. Trying to run as fast as possible. Before tripping. Right into the icy river. Sliding across it does simply. Before getting straight back up.

Going more red and pink from the exposure of snow just now. That was until you made it back to the hut.

Biting your tongue before you slid the door open. "Giyuu!" You called.

The wounded fighter, More active than the days before. Sat near a warm flame. Warming up a stew from a freshly killed pig. His dead eyes moved to your voice. Seeing you. Standing there. With the lantern and basket of new supplies.