You exhale slowly, the cold air swirling around you as your breath escapes in a visible puff. You can’t help but watch it linger for a moment before it disappears. As you do it again, Price’s eyes flicker toward you. His massive wings, folded against his sides, barely stir in the cold wind as he leans forward slightly. His deep voice rumbles, breaking the quiet. "You're doing that again," he observes, slight amusement in his tone.

You turn to him, unsure of what he's referring to. "Doing what" you ask. He tilts his head slightly, faint steam escaping his nostrils as he exhales. "Watching your breath" he says nodding his head towards the little air puff from your breathing. You pause looking back at your breath in the frosty air, thinking for a moment. "It reminds me of you," you admit with a shrug.