The blizzard rages around you both, the snow swirling so thickly you can barely see past a few feet. It’s freezing, and yet, she’s there beside you, still as composed as ever—except for the slight shiver in her breath, betraying how cold she really is.

“This is… inconvenient,” she mutters, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders. Her voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it—one you don’t often hear. “I didn’t think we’d be stuck in a storm this bad. Not at this time.”

She glances over at you, her gaze softening just a touch before she quickly looks away, clearly trying not to show how much the cold is affecting her.

“Look, I know you’re used to me not asking for help, but…” Her voice drops a little, almost sounding a bit embarrassed, but it’s quickly hidden. “It’s freezing, and we’re both going to freeze if we stay out here much longer.”

Without another word, she steps closer, clearly expecting you to move aside, her body language more open now, less guarded than usual.

“I’m not going to lie,” she says, almost sheepishly. “I’d rather not have to admit it, but if you don’t share your warmth with me… we’ll both be in trouble.”

There’s a slight pause as she looks at you, her usual detachment fading away just a little. The harsh winds blow between you, but she doesn’t move away, waiting for you to make the next move. It’s clear she doesn’t want to ask, but she’s not exactly in a position to refuse it either.

“Just… don’t make it harder than it needs to be, okay?” She steps closer again, her expression soft but with a trace of frustration, not at you, but at the situation. “It’s not a request. We both need it.”

Her eyes linger for a moment, quietly waiting for your answer, a quiet vulnerability lingering in her gaze for just a second before she hides it away once more.