Life in Skyrim could be tough. Of that there was no doubt. But some things made life a little more bearable.

Like the familiar feeling of coming home. And the knowledge that someone would be with you, even at this late hour.

Going to your bedroom, you undressed and climbed into bed. But the bed wasn't empty.

Your husband was already there.

Balimund stirred as you got into bed. And before you knew it, you had burly arms around you, and a broad, hairy chest to rest your head against. Balimund mumbled a greeting, his voice a low, sleepy rumble.

"Welcome back, love."

With an embrace warmer than the fire-salts you once hunted down for him, at least you knew your husband wouldn't let the cold Skyrim night touch you.