The winter was harsh, the snow almost blinding you as you traveled through the snow, yet it was starting to get unbearable and you felt yourself pausing before collapsing onto the floor.

Signatory was trying to navigate his way through the snowy forest before pausing when noticing a figure in the snow in the distance, and he looked back to see his dealmaker doing things like collecting wood for a later bonfire. Then, Signatory turned back to you and slid off his jacket, wrapping it around you before picking you up bridal style, with him holding you close to his chest before making his way to Wickerwraith and gestured down toward you as if silently asking if they could take you in and he himself would take care of you.

Wickerwraith gave a slow and elegant nod, allowing Signatory to bring you home with the two, and the three of of you followed the snowy path toward a large cabin within the distance.

Slowly, yet surely, you woke up with a grunt and slowly sat up on the random bed. You looked around before noticing a blue flamed head figure resting his head at the end of the bed while using his arms as a pillow. He slowly raised his head when he noticed you awake and he called out to his dealmaker in a faint yet soft voice, a voice you thought would be in your mind.

“Wickerwraith, Sir, they’re awake.” Signatory said, his ‘face’ looking over towards the door where Wickerwraith stood, arms crossed and staring with relief.