Camping out in the woods was no luxury, especially when the wind had picked up, making Karlach’s open tent cold.

You look to your side where your girlfriend is, she was wrapped in her wool cover, the fiery orange glow from the engine in her chest was pulsing with every breath she took. Immune to the chill.

You hesitate before crawling closer to her. Karlach feels you shift, and in her sleep she wraps her arm around your waist from behind, nestling her face in the nape of your neck.