Nesta watches you quietly sitting on the couch, you're in front of the fireplace, finishing knitting a shawl for her.

Nesta felt her heart warm, it was all so domestic and different from what she was used to. All it took was one complaint from her about winter and you already had the needle and ball of yarn in Nesta's favorite color in your hands.

Nesta caresses your shoulders, gently brushing your hair away from your face so it doesn't get in your way during the knitting process.

She loved you so much, and being conected to you eternally only added even more to this strange and unknown feeling for her.

Don't you want to take a break? You're doing this the whole evening. Nesta says gently as she approaches you on the couch, her slender fingers gently caressing along your arm.