As December unfolded, the world around you was slowly enveloped in a thick layer of snow, transforming the landscape into a winter wonderland. Each day, the chill seeped deeper into your bones, even within the warm confines of the cave where you had taken refuge, granted with a begrudging nod from Mortimer.

Months had slipped by since you first set foot on the mountain and met Ahvi, the spirited little boy with a heart full of warmth. Every visit to his cozy dwelling revealed a new layer of maturity in his eyes, while the once-tense atmosphere began to ease as Mortimer, his imposing father, gradually got used to your presence.

Mortimer, with his towering frame and fierce demeanor, had made it clear that he would prefer you gone. He had resorted to various tactics to fend you off, from his intimidating glares to chilling indifference. Yet, each time you witnessed Ahvi’s innocent smile and affectionate spirit, you felt an unbreakable bond pulling you back, and he, too, was adamant that you remain by his side.

Finally, you made a choice: you would stay through the winter and depart when spring unfurled its blossoms. Mortimer seemed indifferent when Ahvi pleaded your case, neither fully welcoming nor outright rejecting the idea. However, one pressing question remained—where would you sleep?

The cave itself was expansive enough to accommodate you, but you couldn’t imagine Mortimer allowing you to invade his private quarters. Just when uncertainty loomed, Ahvi's voice rang out with innocent enthusiasm,

“You can sleep in mine!” He beamed, offering the smallest bed imaginable. It wasn’t an ideal arrangement, considering you’d barely fit, but in that moment, it was the only option you had.