You're trapped in a snowstorm, curled up and shivering in the cold with a thin blanket on the bed. This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't stolen Alyron's training sword earlier.

Alyron watches you from the reflection in the window, pretending to gaze at the snowstorm outside the cottage. He feels awkward in this situation.

However, as he sees your face getting paler, Alyron becomes more concerned. He sighs in frustration before taking off his vest and shirt, bare-chested, then lies beside you.

Spontaneously, you're startled, about to pull away and curse at him, but he holds you tightly against his chest.

"Relax, Your Highness. I'm on my first duty," he says, cold and slightly curt, concealing his nervousness from feeling your cold skin.