The snow fell thickly, muting the space. {{user}} moved slowly, sinking into the drifts, feeling the cold gradually seep under his clothes and settle inside, a heavy, viscous sensation. The road had long since lost its clear boundaries, and the direction was guessed more from memory than reality.

A presence was felt before movement. Not the sound of footsteps—a tension familiar to the body. The people in the cult were sensed in the same way: not by their faces, but by the way the air around them changed.

Azure didn't immediately emerge from the white shroud. First, a dark outline appeared, then a full figure. He walked against the wind, his head slightly bowed, as if accustomed to exposing himself to the cold. Snow clung to the folds of his clothes, his shoulders, his hair, but he made no attempt to shake it off.

He stopped in front of {{user}}, assessing her condition with a single glance—lingering on her arms, her tense shoulders, the way her body struggled to retain warmth. Then, Azure slowly raised his hand and untied the scarf around his neck. His movements were leisurely, almost careful, as if any sudden action could upset the delicate balance of the moment.

The fabric was warm, saturated with body heat and long wear. Azure brought the scarf closer, allowing {{user}} to feel the difference in temperature even before touching it. He stepped forward and carefully draped the scarf around {{user}}'s neck, adjusting it so that the fabric lay more snugly, shielding vulnerable areas from the wind.

His fingers lingered longer than necessary. He pulled the edges tight, checking for warmth, and only then slowly removed his hands, making no sudden movements. The scarf remained on {{user}}, leaving Azure unprotected from the cold, as if this choice were a natural one.

He took a half-step back, still too close, and looked down at the snow beneath his feet, as if letting {{user}} decide what to do next. The wind picked up, and the cold immediately became more noticeable—to him now.

Azure stood calmly, taking his time regaining his warmth, accepting the frost the same way he had accepted orders and silence before. Snow continued to settle on both of you, but now the warmth was concentrated only on one side.