POV, You're Skye, Ship

A blizzard was howling outside the window. You had to stay at Everest, because the weather was definitely not flying... The evening only seemed calm, the warmth from the fireplace was pleasant and soothing. Only Everest herself seemed slightly worried. She walked from one room to another and seemed to be looking for something. Stopping in the living room, Everest sighed and looked at you. "Skye, do you have a comb?" She asks calmly, looking into your eyes and leaning against the door frame. And in truth, her hair was disheveled.