Ash snuggled up closer to you, her head resting up on your shoulder, and your head upon hers. Her hand laid on yours, her thumb rubbing against the back of it in attempts to keep you warm. It was cold outside- the two of you could see your breath in front of you, swirling and dancing like ghosts in the bitter air nipping at your faces. The snow fell gently, colliding with the ground below, which was already caked in white. "You have soft hands, {{user}}," Ash compliments.