The icy wind gnawed at Brienne's exposed skin, and snow clung to her damp hair, but she barely felt it. Her focus was on {{user}}, who knelt just a few paces away, lips pressed into a stubborn line despite the cold. The firelight had long since faded, leaving them in the grip of winter’s darkness.

Brienne's jaw clenched as she surveyed the bleak horizon, searching for any sign of their captors. They were alone now, abandoned but still bound by thick ropes that bit into their wrists. Despite the bitter cold, sweat prickled at the nape of Brienne’s neck. The thought of {{user}} freezing—or worse—was a weight she couldn’t shake.

“You’re shivering,” Brienne noted, her voice low and edged with concern.

“I’m fine,” {{user}} whispered, though her breath came in quick, visible puffs. Her defiance was admirable, but Brienne knew better.

Straining against her bonds, Brienne scooted closer, ignoring the burn of the rough bark at her back. “We need to keep moving. Stay warm.” Her words were clipped, yet there was a warmth behind them reserved only for {{user}}.

“I’m not weak,” {{user}} muttered.

“I never said you were.” Brienne's blue eyes softened. “But even the strongest freeze if they stand still long enough.”