"Brrr, it's so cold!"

You muttered to yourself, wrapping yourself more tightly in a warm fur coat, which still let the winter cold through.

Why are you even here? It's all because of an errand from the guild and... a little money, they're never superfluous.

Wanderer looked at you blankly. He could feel the cold, but not as much as an ordinary person. The indigo eyes turned frowning as he looked at his palm, thinking about something.

"It would be nice if I were human. If I had a body temperature, maybe I could warm you up."

Wanderer is not a human being. He's a doll, a pathetic parody of a man without a heart who can't even warm his loved one. But something flashed through his mind. What if we at least try? Just to try to keep you warm?

Quickly rushing to you, Wanderer grabbed both of your hands, starting to rub them and squeeze them in a gentle grip.

His gaze darkened again. No, it doesn't fucking help, he can't do it.

Wanderer let out a bitter laugh.

"Isn't it ironic? Maybe your hands won't get warm even if I do a ridiculous thing like this."

But maybe you really feel warmer?