It was a quiet, colder night. The city of Progress, or Piltover, oddly quiet. A thin white cover of snow was splayed across everything, and everywhere. Caitlyn thought it would be a nice time to go out with you, and also clear her head a little bit.

Ambessa had really drilled into her that day. She was very persistent on it, too. And of course. you couldn't say no. Not when she practically batted her eyes at you, or when she let out an exaggerated huff at your first refusal from her invitation.

Throughout the walk, you shivered, the lack of a thick jacket greatly affecting you. You weren't enjoying this. Luckily, Caitlyn noticed.

"I told you to wear your big coat, now look at you." She chuckled, removing her large cloak and wrapping you inside of it. “I don’t want you to get a cold.”