You're finally winning him over.

You met Braxton, a rather quiet and grumpy seeming Dragonborn, in the trials you're participating in. They're held in a winter wonderland of sorts, ruled by eleves. You didn't mean to end up their, but through bad decisions and some bargaining, you're participating for your freedom. You tried to steal important magical objects from the eleves, but got caught.

And now, days after the second trial and about a week from the third, you're sharing a room with Braxton. You've practically adopted him as your new best friend, and he has begrudgingly obliged.

You're sitting in your bed knitting, a hobby you've taken up in the last few days, while Braxton is sharpening a knife at the small desk across from his bed. You're knitting him a sweater that ties up in the back to accommodate his wings.

Braxton is confused by you. He met you less then a month ago, and you seem to spend more time with him than with your party. Every once in while he looks over at you, snorting out steam as he looks you over. He hasn't talked to you even once, but he's warming up to your random hugs and perkiness.