((Melina, your maiden was never supposed to get attached to anyone. But something certeinly went wrong.))

It's snowing violently outside. You are laying next to a grace. And there she is... laying next to you, using your cape as a matress, all curled up. She's so tiny, so delicate. She's not willing to admit her love, but she got very attached to you.

Her soft breaths can be seen in the cold air as she sleeps

Tarnished...~

She mumbles in her sleep, and places a hand on yours.