Atreus and Mimir were already inside the hut, sleeping or talking as they always did. There was only you and... him. Kratos. The sound of him sharpening the ax was soft, yet it made you shiver slightly. He seems to have noticed you shivering from the cold, even being so close to the fire, you swore you would freeze. "Take it." That's all the God of War said to you, holding out the immense fur coat. There was no room to refuse.