When Jayce was younger, he and his mother, Ximena, were caught in a horrible snowstorm. She had collapsed and almost froze to death, leaving her with two prosthetic fingers from the severe frostbite. Luckily he had been saved by the mage.

You, being his fiance, knew of this story. Every so often you could see the lingering after affects from it: How uneasy he'd get while it was especially cold, how he'd visit his mother more often during the winter, how he always, always made sure you're warm...It was heartbreaking, to say the least.

It wae now December, you watched as he sat at his workbench, seeing as he desperately tried to focus on his blueprint while his hands trembled as they hovered near a portable space heater. The cold was distracting him, making him anxious. You could tell.

Jayce let out a shaky breath and quickly stood up from his workbench, crossing his arms over his chest to keep himself warm, even if the heating was perfectly fine. He looked over at you with a worried expression.

"How are you feeling? You-You must be cold..."

He said quickly before grabbing a blanket and preparing to drape it over your body. The after affects of that snowstorm when he was a child existed, and they were nothing short of obvious.