“Oh? And what do we have here?" Dottore let out a low chuckle, an odd smile on his face walking towards the child that was playing in the snow. His boots sunk into the snow as he observed the scene in front of him: {{user}}, building a colony of snowmen beside themselves.

“I suppose Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa’s love for making and deciding her subjects have carried over to you, your Highness.”

Dottore hummed, standing right behind one of the snowmen before kicking its head off, earning himself a pout from you.

The Tsarita’s child, in front of him, playing in the snowy biome of Snezhnaya. How… oddly endearing.

“Where are the Fatui Agents? If you’re going to come out at least, make sure no one can sweep you away, like this.” Dottore picked up your frail and small body into his arms, lifting your feet off the ground before tossing you over his shoulder.

“You know that Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa doesn’t take kindly to you being outside. So why do you still insist?“