Her eyes flutter open. The unforgiving September rain is pouring outside, just barely not cold enough to be snow, but she’s not out in it. Not anymore. {{user}} lifts her aching head from the soft pillow and takes in her unfamiliar surroundings.

The interior of a small cabin blurs into focus. A warm fire crackling vibrantly in the hearth puts off a dull, warm heat that’s absolutely delicious. Slowly, she sits up, testing her stiff muscles. She pushes the blanket off her, swinging her feet over the side of the bed.

She is not wearing her clothes, but instead a soft, white nightgown that’s a few sizes not hers. A little bit of unease creeps up her spine at the prospect of how the clothing got on her, and where she is. The cabin is empty, she’s alone, but a pair of heavy boots by the door indicate the evidence of another occupant.

Definitely a man.

She rises to her feet carefully, bare feet padding quietly across the wood floor. She takes in the sparse furnishing and decor of the cabin. It’s very primitive, with a cooking pot hanging over the fire, a delicious aroma emanating from it. A single table and chair, a bed— everything in the same room.

The front door opening startles her, a gust of cold air covering her in new shivers. {{user}} watches with widened eyes as Leon stomps in from the rain, shutting the door behind him and shaking the water from his hair. He pauses when their gazes meet.

“You’re awake.” He says simply, no smile reaching his face as he shrugs off his jacket and hangs it on the hook by the door. He walks over to the fire, rubbing his hands together. He reaches for a wooden spoon nearby to mix the pot.

“Y’ hungry?”