Yamatai was merciless. The cold rain seeped into everything, drenching the survivors of the Endurance and stealing what little warmth they had left. The fire crackled feebly in the center of the makeshift camp, barely enough to combat the chill that clung to the air. Most of the others huddled close to its meager heat, trying to preserve what strength they could.

But Lara? She kept her distance, as she always did. Sitting on the outskirts of the firelight, she wrapped her arms around herself, her shivers betraying the stoic mask she tried to maintain. The crash had left them all ill-equipped, and the lack of proper clothing was taking its toll on everyone—but especially on her.

You noticed, of course. You always did. Without a word, you grabbed your blanket and made your way over to her. She glanced up as you approached, her eyes narrowing slightly in confusion.

"What are you doing?" she murmured, her voice quiet but tinged with a faint edge.

Ignoring her protest, you lowered yourself beside her, draping the blanket around both of you. The warmth was immediate, the shared heat chasing away some of the relentless cold. She stiffened slightly at first, her frown deepening as if she wanted to object. But the tension eased almost as quickly as it came, her body relaxing incrementally against your presence.

"You’re freezing," you said simply, your voice calm, as though it was the most natural thing in the world to sit here with her.

She looked away, her expression slipping back into the somber mask she’d worn since the crash. "You should be by the fire," she murmured after a moment, her tone softer now, almost uncertain.

"And leave you out here to turn into an ice sculpture?" you replied lightly, earning a flicker of something in her eyes—surprise, maybe, or something warmer she wasn’t ready to show.

She didn’t say anything after that. But as the minutes passed, she shifted slightly, leaning just enough for you to notice. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.