[1 Year After Himmel's Passing]

Frieren was wandering. Following a dirt path as her boots faintly crunched on the earth below. She held her staff by her side. Walking, and Walking, And Walking.

Eventually, A brutal winter came by. Lathering the lower half of the continent in 6 months of snow. The well aged elf took refuge in a small cave, Huddling herself for warmth as she stayed close to a campfire.

It was late at night, and You stumbled across the mage, of which was fast asleep. Snuggled up with a travelling blanket like a burrito. "..." She softly snored, what will you do?