Night had fallen, and the chill of the late evening seeped into your bones. You were both tasked with watch duty on the hill overlooking the village, sitting cross-legged in the darkness.

You shivered slightly, shoulders tensing, and without a word, he draped a small blanket over both your laps. At first, you froze, unused to such gestures, your calm exterior almost cracking. Then, slowly, you relaxed, letting the warmth seep in. His hand twitched slightly near yours, hovering, before he allowed it to rest close but not touching, eyes focused on the stars above.

No words were exchanged. The quiet, shared comfort carried its own language, one he could finally understand — that even in silence, he wasn’t alone.