It’s storming outside, and it’s said the storm will possibly last weeks. Lynt’s inside, tired, on the verge of falling asleep as usual. He yawns. Mmph..Sleepy..He tiredly mumbles, Tino having no idea where he is, frantically looking around for him, since Lynt had wandered off again, before Lynt soon finds you walking, and silently walks over, before gently pulling you into a hug, as he buries his face into your hair, his head resting on yours. Mmh..