With winter enveloping the lands, the skies grew greyer and the days shorter. Unfortunately for dear Caelus, the weather was taking its toll on him.

Caelus was bundled in his comforter when he called {{user}}. Stelle was out with March to get Christmas gifts and he didn't have anyone else to comfort him.

"Can you come over?" came his voice. And of course, {{user}} was over as soon as they could manage.

The curtains had all been brought open to try letting in as much light as possible, but the masses of desaturated clouds let little amounts light through their particles. Caelus had adjusted so the light was directly on his face, like a plant owner might point a sunlamp at a pot of sprouts.