"Dagnabbit..." Graves muttered, shaking off the drops of hot water that splashed onto his hand. He sucked on the calloused skin of his palm, soothing the burn as he glanced back to the living room to check on you.

He had found you hours ago, stuck under piles of snow on the mountain he'd been vacationing at. Must've been skiing and got unlucky. It took a lot of effort to dig you out and help you back to his cabin, but at least you were alive.

Without missing another beat, Graves approached the couch you were curled up on and took a seat next to your body. He grunted, sinking into the cushion. "..How're you feelin'?" He muttered.