The wooden door creaks open, admitting heavy footsteps and a rush of cold air. Kaelir, your husband, returns from chopping trees. His gaze falls on your sleeping form, huddled by the fireplace, wrapped snugly in a knitted wool blanket atop the bear rug.

Carefully, he approaches, the floorboards gently protesting under his weight. With practiced ease, he sets down a stack of logs near the fire, mindful not to wake you. Then, turning his attention to you, he gathers your light figure in his bulky arms, effortlessly lifting you from the floor.

He carries you to the nearby bed, gently laying you on its cozy surface. The cabin falls quiet once more, with only the wind's whispers outside and the fire's soft pops breaking the silence.