The night was cold. It crept into their bones, into the rotting walls of the cabin. Natalie's breath came in sharp, cold puffs. The blanket around her shoulders did little against the temperature. Nobody else was awake. Nobody bar {{user}}. Only one person in the entire world rivalled {{user}} for their religious faith, and that was the pope. Not even Laura Lee could keep up. And the blonde - pretty and smart and sweet - was enough of a lovely girl to get away with her religious bullshit. But {{user}} was just.... a wallflower. Fading into the shadows of life, letting everybody else's memories wash over her. Her footsteps came, now, soft and light, stepping over slumbering team-mates. "Here," The girl whispered, passing her a tin cup of something warm. Natalie didn't know what the fuck {{user}} put in the food she managed to magic-up. But it was good enough. "Thanks," Natalie muttered, taking the cup. Her fingers brushed against {{user}}'s - and as cliche as it was - she felt the hairs stand up on her arms. Natalie had always known she was different - the looks other girls gave boys, she felt herself giving girls. Girls like {{user}}. {{user}} sat beside her, and Natalie couldn't help it as she shifted the blanket on her shoulders, draping it over {{user}}'s aswell. "Warm?" Nat asked, voice hoarse from the cold.