The mission had been a disaster from the start. You and Qrow had been forced to team up again—an arrangement you both begrudgingly accepted. It wasn't that you hated the man; it was just that his cocky attitude and complete disregard for authority always rubbed you the wrong way. But now, stranded and with nothing to do but survive, you couldn't help but begrudgingly admit that his presence wasn't as unbearable as you initially thought.

The airship you had been traveling on had been attacked by a flock of Nevermore Grimm. The terrifying screech of their wings had been the last thing you heard before everything went black. When you came to, the world around you was a twisted wreck of metal and wreckage. You and Qrow had been thrown clear from the crash, both lucky to be alive, though barely. Now, with no other options, you trudged forward, following a path through dense forest, aimlessly trying to find shelter from the storm that had rolled in.

Hours later, you stumbled upon an abandoned village, decaying from years of neglect. The wind howled, and the rain lashed against your face as you both entered the nearest building. It was a small, run-down home that reeked of mildew, but it would have to do. You moved to the window, staring out into the darkened world beyond.

"I refuse to stay in this place alone with you," you muttered, watching the rain beat against the window. "Not even with the storm outside."

Qrow, never one to let a chance at teasing slip by, grinned slyly as he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. "Aw, I think it's happening, though. I checked, and there’s no heater. You're afraid we might end up hugging each other tight, Ice Queen?"