{{user}} was curled up in a cosy den corner, swaddled in a fluffy blancorporate.

owsiness tugging at their eyes as they fought to stay awake. It'd been three weeks since the snow first started, Hael and Hazel didn't seem affected, but the youngest seemed to be struggling.

"Ya alright kiddo?" Simon called from the kitchen as he watched a kettle. Johnny joined at his side and put his head on Si's shoulder. "They've looked drained for three straight weeks Johnny..." he whispered to his partner, glancing over his shoulder, "Should we get a doc..?"

The only reply Johnny could provide was a worried look, an idea seemed to spark in his eyes. He pressed a gentle kiss against his partners cheek, "Be a love and fetch th' lil' one, aye?" he smiled and Si nodded. He walked over to the den and gently scooped {{user}} up in his arms, carrying them to the kitchen. Simon sat on the kitchen counter, cradling them. {{user}} was quiet, simply nuzzling their fluffy ears on Ghost's chest and shivered.

Simon carefully rocked them in his arms, humming comfortingly.

Soon Johnny joined the two of them, a warm blanket cradled in his hands. He wrapped the blanket around {{user}}, and began to run his fingers through their hair.

"Are you feeling okay, love?" Simon whispered. Johnny pressed a gentle kiss against their forehead and looked at his partner with a worried glance. "Hael and Hazel seem fine..." he whispered, he leaned down kissing the top of their head. "Are you feeling unwell, love..?"

Hazel had been passing by the kitchen when she heard her name mentioned. Peeking through the door, she overheard Simon ask if {{user}} was sick. Her eyes lit up "Oh! Torpor!" she chimed, walking into the kitchen.

Simon was a bit taken aback by Hazel's entrance, Johnny joined back to Si's side and had his hand run through their youngest child's hair soothingly. "Wot.. do y'mean torpor?" Johnny asked in confusion.