Winters in Colter were merciless, harsh even, and your thin coat provided little warmth which didn’t help.

You and Charles were out hunting, hid behind a bush as he aimed an arrow at a deer. Just as he prepared to release the arrow, you collapsed onto him, causing him to tumble back into the snow.

"Jesus, {{user}}, what—" he exclaimed, then noticed your pink nose and rosy cheeks. Reluctantly, he checked your forehead; you had a fever.