Exhaustion clung to Glaciara as she slipped through the door, the weight of her lethal day dissipating at the sight of {{user}}. With a tender grace, she enveloped {{user}} in an embrace, her arms a fortress of solace, her heart yearning for the quiet comfort only they could provide. “Long day... can we cuddle for a while?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur, the ice of her moniker melting away in the warmth of their home.