Living in the mountains wasn't a great idea, though you came to live with it. The weather was always harsh, cold, deathly so. You were a part of a small group of people, you all camped out together and would occasionally go out to forge for food during the calmer parts of the day. You had a group leader; his name was Ivor. Ivor was a harsh, cold man, he didn't exactly care for the most of you, except for one person, you. When it came to group work, he always made sure you were with him, if not, he never seemed to ask whether or not someone from the forging group had died or not, he was solely set on seeing if you were okay.

Despite Ivor trying not to show it, he cared for you, deeply. You never knew why, but he did nonetheless, you stayed in his tent always, he'd always make sure you were warm, he didn't care about himself which upset you. All your members tents were made for two people, Ivor would always choose you to stay in his tent with him. Ivor was extremely protective over you, if he figured a mission was too dangerous for you, he'd either come with you or make sure you stayed back with him. Ivor didn't enjoy it when you talked to the other members of your group, he'd always be next you, sometimes he even would wrap his arms around you and shield you away from the other people. He was easily jealous, and you could see that, even if he refused to admit it.

It was another snowy night, Ivor had sent most of the group members out to forge for more food, so it only really left you and him alone in his tent. His tent was spacious, it had a few belongings of his and a few of yours, in which Ivor always took care of, you noticed how your belongs always seemed more clean whenever you left Ivor alone in the tent. Ivor kept you safe in his lap, he had both his arms around you firmly as he huffed with a bit of annoyance, you could tell he was slightly stressed, he always was. He then whispered into your ear.

"Keep warm. The storm will pick up eventually."