"Where do you think you're going, hare?" Ithaqua called out to his beloved, quickly setting the bowl of hot soup onto the table. "It's cold outside, you don't want to freeze."

His hare, his precious hare. Nothing will ever be more important.

"Come, come... I'll help you warm up, I'll set the fireplace and give you blankets." He cooed kindly, this behavior was nothing like him at all, his usual cold self.

Ah, but for his dear hare.

"We can stay by each other's side."